Job 18
1 Then Baldad the Suhite answered, and said:
Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
2 How long will you throw out words? understand first, and so let us speak.
“How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
3 Why are we reputed as beasts, and counted vile before you?
Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
4 Thou that destroyest thy soul in thy fury, shall the earth be forsaken for thee, and shall rocks be removed out of their place?
You who tear yourself in anger— should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?
5 Shall not the light of the wicked be extinguished, and the flame of his fire not shine?
Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
6 The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him, shall be put out.
The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.
7 The step of his strength shall be straitened, and his own counsel shall cast him down headlong.
His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
8 For he hath thrust his feet into a net, and walketh in its meshes.
For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
9 The sole of his foot shall be held in a snare, and thirst shall burn against him.
A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
10 A gin is hidden for him in the earth, and his trap upon the path.
A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
11 Fears shall terrify him on every side, and shall entangle his feet.
Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
12 Let his strength be wasted with famine, and let hunger invade his ribs.
His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
13 Let it devour the beauty of his skin, let the firstborn death consume his arms.
It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
14 Let his confidence be rooted out of his tabernacle, and let destruction tread upon him like a king.
He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
15 Let the companions of him that is not, dwell in his tabernacle, let brimstone be sprinkled in his tent.
Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
16 Let his roots be dried up beneath, and his harvest destroyed above.
The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
17 Let the memory of him perish from the earth and let not his name be renowned in the streets.
The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
18 He shall drive him out of light into darkness, and shall remove him out of the world.
He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
19 His seed shall not subsist, nor his offspring among his people, nor any remnants in his country.
He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.
20 They that come after him shall be astonished at his day, and horror shall fall upon them that went before.
Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.
21 These men are the tabernacles of the wicked, and this the place of him that knoweth not God.
Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”
