Job 18

1Bildad the Shuhite answered and said.

2How long until you put an end to words? Consider, and afterwards we will speak.

3Why are we counted as beasts and defiled in your eyes?

4You who rend your soul in your anger—will the earth be forsaken for your sake, or the rock shift from its place?

5Indeed, the light of the wicked will go out, and the spark of his fire will not shine.

6Light darkens in his tent, and his lamp above him goes out.

7His vigorous steps grow narrow, and his counsel hurls him down.

8For by his feet he is cast into a net, and he walks upon a snare.

9A snare seizes him by the heel; a robber prevails over him.

10His cord lies hidden in the ground, his trap upon the path.

11Terrors terrify him on every side and scatter him to his feet.

12His strength will be hungry, and calamity ready beside him.

13It devours the parts of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his parts.

14His confidence will be torn from his tent, and it will march him to the king of terrors.

15Whatever is not his will dwell in his tent. Brimstone will be scattered upon his dwelling.

16His roots dry up from below, and his branch is cut off from above.

17His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.

18They will thrust him from light into darkness and drive him from the world.

19He will have neither son nor grandson among his people, nor any survivor in his dwelling places.

20Those who come after are appalled at his day, as those before were seized with horror.

21Surely these are the dwellings of the wicked, and this is the place of him who does not know God.