[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 beasts, As stupid in your eyes?
[4] O you who tear yourself in your anger— For your sake is the earth to be abandoned, Or the rock to be moved from its place?
[5] Indeed, the light of the wicked goes out, And the flame of his fire gives no light.
[6] The light in his tent is darkened, And his lamp goes out above him.
[7] His vigorous stride is shortened, And his own scheme 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 path.
[11] All around terrors frighten him, And harry him at every step.
[12] His strength is famished, And calamity is ready at his side.
[13] His skin is devoured by disease, 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] There dwells in his tent nothing of his; Brimstone is scattered on his habitation.
[16] His roots are dried below, And his branch is cut off above.
[17] 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 posterity among his people, Nor any survivor where he sojourned.
[20] Those in the west are appalled at his fate, And those in the east are seized with horror.
[21] Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, And this is the place of him who does not know God.”