Job 18

Then Bildad the Shuhite answered and said, 2

“How long until you put an end to your words?

Show understanding and then we can talk.

Why are we regarded as beasts,

As dense in your eyes?

O you who tear yourself in your anger—

For your sake is the earth to be forsaken,

Or the rock to be moved from its place?

“Indeed, the light of the wicked goes out,

And the flame of his fire gives no light.

The light in his tent is darkened,

And his lamp goes out above him.

His vigorous stride is shortened,

And his own counsel brings him down.

For he is thrown into the net by his own feet,

And he steps on the netting.

A snare seizes him by the heel,

And a device snaps shut on him.

A rope for him is hidden in the ground,

And a trap for him on the path.

All around terrors frighten him,

And harass him at every step.

His vigor is famished,

And disaster is ready at his side.

The firstborn of death eats parts of his skin;

It eats parts of him.

He is torn from the security of his tent,

And they march him in step before the king of terrors.

There dwells in his tent nothing of his;

Brimstone is scattered on his abode.

His roots are dried below,

And his branch is cut off above.

Memory of him perishes from the earth,

And he has no name abroad.

He is driven from light into darkness,

And chased from the inhabited world.

He has neither offspring nor posterity among his people,

Nor any survivor where he sojourned.

Those in the west are appalled at his fate,

And those in the east are seized with horror.

Surely such are the dwellings of the unjust,

And this is the place of him who does not know God.”