Bildad: the light of the wicked goes out
1Then Bildad the Shuhite answered: 2How long will you lay traps of words? Understand, and then we will speak. 3Why are we counted as cattle, reckoned unclean in your eyes? 4You who tear yourself to pieces in your anger — is the earth to be abandoned for your sake? Is a rock to be shifted out of its place? 5Yes, the light of the wicked goes out, and the flame of his fire will not shine. 6The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp above him goes out. 7His confident steps are hemmed in, and his own plan throws him down. 8For his own feet send him into a net; he walks straight onto the mesh. 9A trap grips him by the heel; a snare holds him fast. 10A rope lies hidden for him in the ground, and a gin for him on the path. 11Terrors startle him on every side and chase him at his heels. 12His vigor turns to hunger, and ruin stands ready at his side. 13It eats away the parts of his skin; death’s firstborn devours his limbs. 14He is torn from the tent he trusted in and marched off to the king of terrors. 15What is not his settles in his tent; sulfur is scattered over his home. 16Below, his roots dry up; above, his branch withers away. 17His memory perishes from the land, and he has no name out in the open. 18They drive him from light into darkness and hound him out of the world. 19He has no offshoot, no offspring among his people, and no survivor where he lodged. 20Those who come after are appalled at his day, and those who went before are seized with horror. 21Surely such are the dwellings of the wrongdoer, and this is the place of the one who does not know God.
