Job 18
1 And Bildad the Shuhite answereth and saith: —
But Baldad the Suhite responded by saying:
2 When do ye set an end to words? Consider ye, and afterwards do we speak.
How long will you throw around words? Understand first, and then let us speak.
3 Wherefore have we been reckoned as cattle? We have been defiled in your eyes!
Why have we been treated like mules, as if we were unworthy before you?
4 (He is tearing himself in his anger.) For thy sake is earth forsaken? And removed is a rock from 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 Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark 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 been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
Light will become darkness in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him will be extinguished.
7 Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
His strong steps will be constrained, and his own counsel will cast him down uncontrollably.
8 For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.
For he has caused his own feet to go into a net, and he has walked into its web.
9 Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.
His heel will be held in a snare, and thirst will rage against him.
10 Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.
A trap has been hidden for him in the earth, and a decoy, along his path.
11 Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him — at his feet.
Horrifying things will terrify him everywhere and will entangle his feet.
12 Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
Let his strength be diminished by famine, and let starvation invade his ribs.
13 It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
Let it devour the beauty of his skin; let the ancient death consume his arms.
14 Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
Let his confidence be torn away from his tabernacle, and let ruin trample over him like a king.
15 It dwelleth in his tent — out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur.
Let the companions of he who is not, dwell in his tabernacle; let brimstone rain down upon his tabernacle.
16 From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
Let his roots be dried up from beneath him, and his harvest be crushed from above.
17 His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.
Let the memory of him perish from the earth, and let not his name be celebrated in the streets.
18 They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.
He will expel him from light into darkness, and he will remove him from the world.
19 He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.
Neither his offspring, nor his descendants, will exist among his people, nor will there be any remnants in his country.
20 At this day westerns have been astonished And easterns have taken fright.
The last will be astonished at his day, and the first will be overcome with horror.
21 Only these [are] tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.
And so, these are the tabernacles of the sinful, and this the place of he who does not know God.
