¹Bildad the Shuhite answered and said:

²How long will you set snares for words? Understand, and after that we will speak.

³Why are we reckoned like livestock, stopped up in your eyes?

⁴O one who tears his own being in his anger, shall the land be forsaken for your sake, and the rock be moved from its place?

⁵Indeed, the light of the wicked is snuffed out, and the flame of his fire will not shine.

⁶The light grows dark in his tent, and his lamp above him is snuffed out.

⁷The steps of his strength are cramped, and his own plans throw him down.

⁸For he is sent into the net by his own feet, and over the network he walks about.

⁹A trap takes hold by the heel; a snare grips him fast.

¹⁰His rope is hidden in the land, and his trap lies over the path.

¹¹Terrors all around frighten him and scatter him at his feet.

¹²Let his strength be hungry, and disaster be ready for his stumbling.

¹³It eats the parts of his skin; the firstborn of death eats his parts.

¹⁴He is torn away from his tent, his security, and it marches him to the king of terrors.

¹⁵What is none of his dwells in his tent; sulfur is scattered over his habitation.

¹⁶Below, his roots dry up, and above, his harvest withers.

¹⁷His memory perishes from the land, and he has no name over the face of the street.

¹⁸From light into darkness they thrust him, and from the world they chase him away.

¹⁹He has no offspring and no progeny among his people, and no survivor where he sojourned.

²⁰Over his day those behind are appalled, and those before are gripped by horror.

²¹Surely these are the dwelling places of the unjust, and this is the place of one who has not known God.