Then Bildad the Shuhite answered and said,

How long will you hunt for words? Consider, and afterward we will speak.

Why are we considered to be like beasts And have become unclean in your eyes?

You who tear yourself in your anger, Will the earth be forsaken for your sake, Or will the rock be removed from its place?

Indeed the light of the wicked goes out, And the flame of his fire does not shine.

The light is darkness in his tent, And his lamp above him goes out.

The steps of his strength are confined, And his counsel has cast him down.

For he has been cast into a net by his own feet, And he walks about on the webbing of a pitfall.

A snare grabs him by the heel; A trap lays hold on him.

A rope is hidden for him on the ground, And a trap for him, on the path.

Terrors frighten him all around And chase him at his heels.

His strength is famished, And calamity is prepared at his side.

It devours the members of his body; The firstborn of death devours his members.

He is rooted out of his tent, in which he trusts; And he is made to march to the king of terrors.

That which is not his dwells in his tent; Brimstone is scattered upon his habitation.

Beneath, his roots are dried up; And above, his branch is withered.

The memory of him perishes from the earth, And he has no name on the open plain.

He is thrust out from the light to the darkness And driven from the world.

He has no posterity and no progeny among his people, And there are none remaining where he sojourned.

Those who come after will be astonished at his day, As those who went before were horrified.

Surely these are the dwellings of the unjust, And this is the place of him who does not know God.