Job 18

Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,

Bildad the Shuhite responded, expressing his thoughts,

How long will it be ere ye make an end of words? mark, and afterwards we will speak.

When will you stop talking? Pay attention, then we can respond.

Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed vile in your sight?

Why do you see us as less than human, and consider us worthless in your eyes?

He teareth himself in his anger: shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of his place?

In his fury, he self-destructs. Will the world be abandoned for you? Can the steadfast rock be displaced from its position?

Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the spark of his fire shall not shine.

Indeed, the wicked's brightness will be extinguished, their fiery spark will no longer glow.

The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and his candle shall be put out with him.

His sanctuary will be consumed by darkness, and his life's flame will extinguish alongside him.

The steps of his strength shall be straitened, and his own counsel shall cast him down.

His power will falter, and his own advice will lead to his downfall.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walketh upon a snare.

He's trapped by his own actions, walking into a trap he set himself.

The gin shall take him by the heel, and the robber shall prevail against him.

The trap will ensnare him unexpectedly, and the thief will overpower him.

The snare is laid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way.

A trap is set for him on the path, and a pitfall lies hidden in his journey.

Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet.

Fear will surround him, pushing him to run.

His strength shall be hungerbitten, and destruction shall be ready at his side.

His power will be weakened by hunger, and ruin will be his constant companion.

It shall devour the strength of his skin: even the firstborn of death shall devour his strength.

His vitality will be consumed, his very essence weakened; even death's firstborn will drain his power.

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

His self-assurance will be ripped from his home, and he will be dragged off to death, the king of terrors.

It shall dwell in his tabernacle, because it is none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

What is not his will move into his home, and burning sulfur will be scattered over his dwelling.

His roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off.

His foundation will wither from below, and his growth will be severed from above.

His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street.

His memory will be erased from the world, and no one will speak his name in public.

He shall be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world.

He will be forcefully pushed from the warmth of light into the cold abyss of darkness, and banished from the world we know.

He shall neither have son nor nephew among his people, nor any remaining in his dwellings.

He will be alone, without family or kin in his community, and his home will be empty.

They that come after him shall be astonied at his day, as they that went before were affrighted.

Those who come after him will be shocked by his fate, just as those who went before him were terrified.

Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, and this is the place of him that knoweth not God.

Indeed, these are the homes of the wicked, the spaces of those ignorant of God.