The Book of Job

Then Baldad the Suhite answered, and said:

How long will you throw out words? understand first, and so let us speak.

Why are we reputed as beasts, and counted vile before you?

Thou that destroyest thy soul in thy fury, shall the earth be forsaken for thee, and shall rocks be removed out of their place?

Shall not the light of the wicked be extinguished, and the flame of his fire not shine?

The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him, shall be put out.

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

For he hath thrust his feet into a net, and walketh in its meshes.

The sole of his foot shall be held in a snare, and thirst shall burn against him.

A gin is hidden for him in the earth, and his trap upon the path.

Fears shall terrify him on every side, and shall entangle his feet.

Let his strength be wasted with famine, and let hunger invade his ribs.

Let it devour the beauty of his skin, let the firstborn death consume his arms.

Let his confidence be rooted out of his tabernacle, and let destruction tread upon him like a king.

Let the companions of him that is not, dwell in his tabernacle, let brimstone be sprinkled in his tent.

Let his roots be dried up beneath, and his harvest destroyed above.

Let the memory of him perish from the earth and let not his name be renowned in the streets.

He shall drive him out of light into darkness, and shall remove him out of the world.

His seed shall not subsist, nor his offspring among his people, nor any remnants in his country.

They that come after him shall be astonished at his day, and horror shall fall upon them that went before.

These men are the tabernacles of the wicked, and this the place of him that knoweth not God.

Then Bildad the Shuhite answered,

“How long will you hunt for words? Consider, and afterwards we will speak.

Why are we counted as animals, which have become unclean in your sight?

You who tear yourself in your anger, will the earth be forsaken for you? Or will the rock be removed out of its place?

“Yes, the light of the wicked will be put out. The spark of his fire won’t shine.

The light will be dark in his tent. His lamp above him will be put out.

The steps of his strength will be shortened. His own counsel will cast him down.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he wanders into its mesh.

A snare will take him by the heel. A trap will catch him.

A noose is hidden for him in the ground, a trap for him on the path.

Terrors will make him afraid on every side, and will chase him at his heels.

His strength will be famished. Calamity will be ready at his side.

The members of his body will be devoured. The firstborn of death will devour his members.

He will be rooted out of the security of his tent. He will be brought to the king of terrors.

There will dwell in his tent that which is none of his. Sulfur will be scattered on his habitation.

His roots will be dried up beneath. His branch will be cut off above.

His memory will perish from the earth. He will have no name in the street.

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

He will have neither son nor grandson among his people, nor any remaining where he lived.

Those who come after will be astonished at his day, as those who went before were frightened.

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous. This is the place of him who doesn’t know God.”