< Job 18 >

1 And Bildad the Shuhite answers and says:
But Baldad the Suhite responded by saying:
2 “When do you set an end to words? Consider, and afterward we speak.
How long will you throw around words? Understand first, and then let us speak.
3 Why have we been reckoned as livestock? 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. Is earth forsaken for your sake? And is a rock removed 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 does 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 has 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 The steps of his strength are restricted, And his own counsel casts him down.
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 he habitually walks on a snare.
For he has caused his own feet to go into a net, and he has walked into its web.
9 A trap seizes on the heel, The designing prevails over him.
His heel will be held in a snare, and thirst will rage against him.
10 His cord is hidden in the earth, And his trap on the path.
A trap has been hidden for him in the earth, and a decoy, along his path.
11 Terrors have terrified him all around, And they have scattered him—at his feet.
Horrifying things will terrify him everywhere and will entangle his feet.
12 His sorrow is hungry, And calamity is ready at his side.
Let his strength be diminished by famine, and let starvation invade his ribs.
13 It consumes the parts of his skin, Death’s firstborn consumes his parts.
Let it devour the beauty of his skin; let the ancient death consume his arms.
14 His confidence is drawn from his tent, And it causes 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 dwells in his tent—out of his provender, Sulfur is scattered over his habitation.
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 his crop is cut off.
Let his roots be dried up from beneath him, and his harvest be crushed from above.
17 His memorial has perished from the land, And he has 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 to darkness, And cast him out from the habitable earth.
He will expel him from light into darkness, and he will remove him from the world.
19 He has 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, those [in the] west have been astonished, And those [in the] east have taken fright.
The last will be astonished at his day, and the first will be overcome with horror.
21 Only these [are] dwelling places of the perverse, And this [is] the place God has not known.”
And so, these are the tabernacles of the sinful, and this the place of he who does not know God.

< Job 18 >