[1] Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
[2] “How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
[3] Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
[4] You who tear yourself in anger— should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?
[5] Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
[6] The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.
[7] His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
[8] For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
[9] A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
[10] A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
[11] Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
[12] His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
[13] It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
[14] He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
[15] Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
[16] The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
[17] The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
[18] He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
[19] He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.
[20] Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.
[21] Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”