1 Then Bildad the Shuhite answered and said:
2 "How long will you hunt for words? Get some understanding, and after that we will speak.
3 Why are we thought of as beasts, counted unclean in your sight?
4 You who rip yourself apart in your rage, is the earth to be abandoned on your account, or the rock shifted from its place?
5 Yes, the light of the wicked goes out, and the flame of his fire does not shine.
6 In his tent the light turns dark, and his lamp over him is snuffed out.
7 His vigorous strides are hemmed in, and his own scheme brings him down.
8 For his own feet lead him into a net, and he steps onto its webbing.
9 A trap grips him by the heel; a snare holds him fast.
10 A cord is concealed for him on the ground, and a trap for him along the way.
11 Terrors startle him all around and dog his every step.
12 His strength goes hungry, and disaster waits ready at his side.
13 It eats away pieces of his skin; the firstborn of death eats away his limbs.
14 He is ripped from the tent he relied on and paraded off to the king of terrors.
15 In his tent dwell those who are none of his; brimstone is strewn over his home.
16 Below, his roots dry up; above, his branch is cut off.
17 His remembrance vanishes from the land, and he has no name abroad.
18 They thrust him out of light into darkness and drive him from the world.
19 He has no offspring or kin among his people, and no survivor where he once stayed.
20 At his day those in the west are aghast, and those in the east are gripped by horror.
21 Surely these are the homes of the unjust, and this the place of one who does not know God."