Then Bildad the Shuhite ... replied :
“ How long until you end ... these speeches ? 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 forsaken on your account , or the rocks be moved from their place ?
Indeed , the lamp 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 goes out.
His vigorous stride is shortened , and his own schemes trip him up.
For his own feet lead him into a net , and he wanders into its mesh.
A trap seizes his heel ; a snare grips him ....
A noose is hidden in the ground , and a trap lies in his path.
Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
His strength is depleted , and calamity (is) ready at his side.
It devours patches of his skin ; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
Fire resides in his tent ; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
The roots beneath him dry up , and the branches above him wither away.
The memory of him perishes from the earth , no name in the land.
He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
He has no offspring - or posterity among his people , no survivor where he once lived.
Those in the west are appalled at his fate , while those in the east ... tremble in horror.
Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked (and) the place of one who does not know God. ”