Job 18
1 Then Bildad the Shuhite spoke up and said,
Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said: —
2 “How long will you go on talking, hunting for the right words to say? Talk sense if you want us to reply!
How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.
3 Do you think we're dumb animals? Do we look stupid to you?
Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?
4 You tear yourself apart with your anger. Do you think the earth has to be abandoned, or the mountains moved, just because of you?
One tearing in pieces his own soul in his anger, —For thy sake, shall the earth be forsaken? or the rock be moved out of its place?
5 It's certain that the life of the wicked will end like a lamp that is snuffed out—their flame will shine no more.
Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, —Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;
6 The light in their home goes out, the lamp hanging above is extinguished.
The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;
7 Instead of taking strong strides they stumble, and their own plans cause them to fall.
The steppings of his strength are hemmed in, and his own counsel casteth him down;
8 Their own feet trip them up and they are caught in a net; as they walk along they fall into a pit.
For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;
9 A trap grabs them by the heel; a snare tightens around them.
There catcheth him—by the heel—a gin, there holdeth him fast—a noose:
10 A noose is hidden on the ground for them; a rope is stretched across the path to trip them.
Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, —and a snare for him, on the path.
11 Terrors scare the wicked, coming at them from every side, chasing them, biting at their heels.
Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.
12 Hunger robs them of strength; disaster waits for them when they fall.
Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side;
13 Disease devours their skin; deadly disease consumes their limbs.
Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;
14 They are torn from the homes they trusted in and taken to the king of terrors.
Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;
15 People they don't know will live in their homes; sulfur will be scattered where they used to live.
There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;
16 They wither away, roots below and branches above;
Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;
17 the memory of them fades from the earth; nobody remembers their names any more.
His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;
18 They are thrown out of light into darkness, driven from the world.
Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;
19 They have no children or descendants among their people, and no survivors where they used to live.
Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:
20 People of the west are appalled at what happens to them. People of the east are shocked.
Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.
21 This is what happens to the homes of the wicked, to the places of those who reject God.”
Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.
