Job 18

¹ Then Bildad the Shuhite answered:

² "How long will you hunt for words? Consider, and then we will speak.

³ Why are we counted as cattle? Why are we stupid in your sight?

⁴ You who tear yourself in your anger, shall the earth be forsaken for you, or the rock be removed out of its place?

⁵ "Yea, the light of the wicked is put out, and the flame of his fire does not shine.

⁶ The light is dark in his tent, and his lamp above him is put out.

⁷ His strong steps are shortened and his own schemes throw him down.

⁸ For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walks on a pitfall.

⁹ A trap seizes him by the heel, a snare lays hold of him.

¹⁰ A rope is hid for him in the ground, a trap for him in the path.

¹¹ Terrors frighten him on every side, and chase him at his heels.

¹² His strength is hunger-bitten, and calamity is ready for his stumbling.

¹³ By disease his skin is consumed, the first-born of death consumes his limbs.

¹⁴ He is torn from the tent in which he trusted, and is brought to the king of terrors.

¹⁵ In his tent dwells that which is none of his; brimstone is scattered upon his habitation.

¹⁶ His roots dry up beneath, and his branches wither above.

¹⁷ His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.

¹⁸ He is thrust from light into darkness, and driven out of the world.

¹⁹ He has no offspring or descendant among his people, and no survivor where he used to live.

²⁰ They of the west are appalled at his day, and horror seizes them of the east.

²¹ Surely such are the dwellings of the ungodly, such is the place of him who knows not God."