[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.”
