Job 18
1 And Bildad the Shuhite answereth and saith: —
Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said: —
2 When do ye set an end to words? Consider ye, and afterwards do we speak.
How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.
3 Wherefore have we been reckoned as cattle? We have been defiled in your eyes!
Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?
4 (He is tearing himself in his anger.) For thy sake is earth forsaken? And removed is a rock from its place?
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 Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.
Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, —Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;
6 The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;
7 Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
The steppings of his strength are hemmed in, and his own counsel casteth him down;
8 For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.
For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;
9 Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.
There catcheth him—by the heel—a gin, there holdeth him fast—a noose:
10 Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.
Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, —and a snare for him, on the path.
11 Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him — at his feet.
Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.
12 Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side;
13 It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;
14 Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step 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 It dwelleth in his tent — out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur.
There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;
16 From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;
17 His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.
His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;
18 They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.
Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;
19 He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.
Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:
20 At this day westerns have been astonished And easterns have taken fright.
Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.
21 Only these [are] tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.
Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.
