Job 18
1 Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said: —
And Bildad the Shuhite answers and says:
2 How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.
“When do you set an end to words? Consider, and afterward we speak.
3 Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?
Why have we been reckoned as livestock? We have been defiled in your eyes!
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?
He is tearing himself in his anger. Is earth forsaken for your sake? And is a rock removed from its place?
5 Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, —Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;
Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there does not shine a spark of his fire.
6 The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;
The light has been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
7 The steppings of his strength are hemmed in, and his own counsel casteth him down;
The steps of his strength are restricted, And his own counsel casts him down.
8 For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;
For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And he habitually walks on a snare.
9 There catcheth him—by the heel—a gin, there holdeth him fast—a noose:
A trap seizes on the heel, The designing prevails over him.
10 Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, —and a snare for him, on the path.
His cord is hidden in the earth, And his trap on the path.
11 Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.
Terrors have terrified him all around, And they have scattered him—at his feet.
12 Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side;
His sorrow is hungry, And calamity is ready at his side.
13 Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;
It consumes the parts of his skin, Death’s firstborn consumes his parts.
14 Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;
His confidence is drawn from his tent, And it causes him to step to the king of terrors.
15 There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;
It dwells in his tent—out of his provender, Sulfur is scattered over his habitation.
16 Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;
From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above his crop is cut off.
17 His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;
His memorial has perished from the land, And he has no name on the street.
18 Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;
They thrust him from light to darkness, And cast him out from the habitable earth.
19 Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:
He has no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.
20 Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.
At this day, those [in the] west have been astonished, And those [in the] east have taken fright.
21 Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.
Only these [are] dwelling places of the perverse, And this [is] the place God has not known.”
