[1] Then Bildad the Shuhite answered: [2] "How long will you hunt for
words? Consider, and then we will speak. [3] Why are we counted as cattle?
Why are we stupid in your sight? [4] You who tear yourself in your anger,
shall the earth be forsaken for you, or the rock be removed out of its
place? [5] "Yea, the light of the wicked is put out, and the flame of his
fire does not shine. [6] The light is dark in his tent, and his lamp above
him is put out. [7] His strong steps are shortened and his own schemes
throw him down. [8] For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walks
on a pitfall. [9] A trap seizes him by the heel, a snare lays hold of him.
[10] A rope is hid for him in the ground, a trap for him in the path. [11]
Terrors frighten him on every side, and chase him at his heels. [12] His
strength is hunger-bitten, and calamity is ready for his stumbling. [13] By
disease his skin is consumed, the first-born of death consumes his limbs.
[14] He is torn from the tent in which he trusted, and is brought to the
king of terrors. [15] In his tent dwells that which is none of his;
brimstone is scattered upon his habitation. [16] His roots dry up beneath,
and his branches wither above. [17] His memory perishes from the earth, and
he has no name in the street. [18] He is thrust from light into darkness,
and driven out of the world. [19] He has no offspring or descendant among
his people, and no survivor where he used to live. [20] They of the west
are appalled at his day, and horror seizes them of the east. [21] Surely
such are the dwellings of the ungodly, such is the place of him who knows
not God."