Job 18

1 Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said: —

But Baldad the Suhite responded by saying:

2 How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.

How long will you throw around words? Understand first, and then let us speak.

3 Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?

Why have we been treated like mules, as if we were unworthy before you?

4 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?

You, who ruins your own soul in your fury, will the earth be forsaken because of you, and will the cliffs be moved from their place?

5 Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, —Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;

Will not the light of the impious be put out, and the flame of his fire refuse to shine?

6 The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;

Light will become darkness in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him will be extinguished.

7 The steppings of his strength are hemmed in, and his own counsel casteth him down;

His strong steps will be constrained, and his own counsel will cast him down uncontrollably.

8 For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;

For he has caused his own feet to go into a net, and he has walked into its web.

9 There catcheth him—by the heel—a gin, there holdeth him fast—a noose:

His heel will be held in a snare, and thirst will rage against him.

10 Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, —and a snare for him, on the path.

A trap has been hidden for him in the earth, and a decoy, along his path.

11 Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.

Horrifying things will terrify him everywhere and will entangle his feet.

12 Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side;

Let his strength be diminished by famine, and let starvation invade his ribs.

13 Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;

Let it devour the beauty of his skin; let the ancient death consume his arms.

14 Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;

Let his confidence be torn away from his tabernacle, and let ruin trample over him like a king.

15 There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;

Let the companions of he who is not, dwell in his tabernacle; let brimstone rain down upon his tabernacle.

16 Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;

Let his roots be dried up from beneath him, and his harvest be crushed from above.

17 His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;

Let the memory of him perish from the earth, and let not his name be celebrated in the streets.

18 Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;

He will expel him from light into darkness, and he will remove him from the world.

19 Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:

Neither his offspring, nor his descendants, will exist among his people, nor will there be any remnants in his country.

20 Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.

The last will be astonished at his day, and the first will be overcome with horror.

21 Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.

And so, these are the tabernacles of the sinful, and this the place of he who does not know God.