[1] Then Bildad the Shuhite responded, [2] “How long will you hunt for words? Show understanding, and then we can talk. [3] “Why are we regarded as animals, As stupid in your eyes? [4] “You who tear yourself in your anger—Should the earth be abandoned for your sake, Or the rock moved from its place? [5] “Indeed, the light of the wicked goes out, And the spark from his fire does not shine. [6] “The light in his tent is darkened, And his lamp goes out above him. [7] “His vigorous stride is shortened, And his own plan brings him down. [8] “For he is thrown into the net by his own feet, And he steps on the webbing. [9] “A snare seizes him by the heel, And a trap snaps shut on him. [10] “A noose for him is hidden in the ground, And a trap for him on the pathway. [11] “All around sudden terrors frighten him, And harass him at every step. [12] “His strength is famished, And disaster is ready at his side. [13] “It devours parts of his skin, The firstborn of death devours his limbs. [14] “He is torn from the security of his tent, And they march him before the king of terrors. [15] “Nothing of his dwells in his tent; Brimstone is scattered on his home. [16] “His roots are dried below, And his branch withers above. [17] “The memory of him perishes from the earth, And he has no name abroad. [18] “He is driven from light into darkness, And chased from the inhabited world. [19] “He has no offspring or descendants among his people, Nor any survivor where he resided. [20] “Those in the west are appalled at his fate, And those in the east are seized with horror. [21] “Certainly these are the dwellings of the wicked, And this is the place of him who does not know God.”
