Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
How long until you stop talking? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
You who tear yourself in anger- should the earth be abandoned on your account, or a rock be removed from its place?
Yes, the light of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him is put out.
His powerful stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
For his own feet lead him into a net, and he strays into its mesh.
A trap catches [him] by the heel; a noose seizes him.
A rope lies hidden for him on the ground, and a snare [waits] for him along the path.
Terrors frighten him on every side and harass him at every step.
His strength is depleted; disaster lies ready for him to stumble.
Parts of his skin are eaten away; death's firstborn consumes his limbs.
He is ripped from the security of his tent and marched away to the king of terrors.
Nothing he owned remains in his tent. Burning sulfur is scattered over his home.
His roots below dry up, and his branches above wither away.
[All] memory of him perishes from the earth; he has no name abroad.
He is driven from light to darkness and chased from the inhabited world.
He has no children or descendants among his people, no survivor where he used to live.
Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.
Indeed, such is the dwelling of the wicked, and this is the place of the one who does not know God.