1Bildad the Shuhite replied:
2When will your empty words end?
Listen, and then we can talk.
3Why do you regard us like beasts?
Are we stupid in your sight?
4You who tear yourself in your wrath,
must the earth be lost on your account
the rocks be moved out of their place?
5Surely the evil man’s lamp is snuffed out;
his fire stops burning.
6The light dims in his tent;
the lamp shining on him goes out.
7His vigorous steps weaken;
his own schemes make him stumble.
8His feet take him to a net
or lead him into a pitfall.
9A trap seizes him by the heel;
a snare lays hold of him.
10Hidden in the ground is a noose for him;
pitfalls await him along the way.
11Terrors assail him on every side;
they harry him at every step.
12Hungering among his goods,
doom awaits him if he falls.
13Sickness eats his skin;
death’s firstborn devours his limbs.
14Torn from the security of his tent,
he is marched off to the king of terrors,
15His tent is no longer his:
take it! Brimstone is scattered over his field.
16Dried up below are his roots;
withered above are his branches.
17His memory perishes in the land,
his name is forgotten on the earth.
18From light he is driven into darkness;
he is banished from the world.
19He has no descendants among his people,
no survivor where once he lived.
20All in the west are appalled at his fate;
those of the east are seized with fright.
21Such is the lot of the wicked;
such is the place of one who knows not God.
