Job 18

1 Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said: —

Then Baldad the Suhite answered, and said:

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

How long will you throw out words? understand first, and so let us speak.

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

Why are we reputed as beasts, and counted vile 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?

Thou that destroyest thy soul in thy fury, shall the earth be forsaken for thee, and shall rocks be removed out of their place?

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

Shall not the light of the wicked be extinguished, and the flame of his fire not shine?

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

The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him, shall be put out.

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

The step of his strength shall be straitened, and his own counsel shall cast him down headlong.

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

For he hath thrust his feet into a net, and walketh in its meshes.

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

The sole of his foot shall be held in a snare, and thirst shall burn against him.

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

A gin is hidden for him in the earth, and his trap upon the path.

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

Fears shall terrify him on every side, and shall entangle his feet.

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

Let his strength be wasted with famine, and let hunger 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 firstborn 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 rooted out of his tabernacle, and let destruction tread upon 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 him that is not, dwell in his tabernacle, let brimstone be sprinkled in his tent.

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

Let his roots be dried up beneath, and his harvest destroyed 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 renowned in the streets.

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

He shall drive him out of light into darkness, and shall remove him out of the world.

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

His seed shall not subsist, nor his offspring among his people, nor 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.

They that come after him shall be astonished at his day, and horror shall fall upon them that went before.

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

These men are the tabernacles of the wicked, and this the place of him that knoweth not God.