Job Chapter 18

Bildad Speaks of the Wicked

1Then Bildad the Shuhite responded,

2“How long will you hunt for words?

Show understanding and then we can talk.

3Why are we regarded as beasts,

As stupid in your eyes?

4O you who tear yourself in your anger—

For your sake is the earth to be abandoned,

Or the rock to be moved from its place?

5“Indeed, the light of the wicked goes out,

And the flame of his fire gives no light.

6The light in his tent is darkened,

And his lamp goes out above him.

7His vigorous stride is shortened,

And his own scheme brings him down.

8For he is thrown into the net by his own feet,

And he steps on the webbing.

9A snare seizes him by the heel,

And a trap snaps shut on him.

10A noose for him is hidden in the ground,

And a trap for him on the path.

11All around terrors frighten him,

And harry him at every step.

12His strength is famished,

And calamity is ready at his side.

13His skin is devoured by disease,

The firstborn of death devours his limbs.

14He is torn from the security of his tent,

And they march him before the king of terrors.

15There dwells in his tent nothing of his;

Brimstone is scattered on his habitation.

16His roots are dried below,

And his branch is cut off above.

17Memory of him perishes from the earth,

And he has no name abroad.

18He is driven from light into darkness,

And chased from the inhabited world.

19He has no offspring or posterity among his people,

Nor any survivor where he sojourned.

20Those in the west are appalled at his fate,

And those in the east are seized with horror.

21Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked,

And this is the place of him who does not know God.”