¹ Bildad of Shuah spoke next. He said:

² What prevents you others from saying something? Think -- for it is our turn to speak!

³ Why do you regard us as animals, considering us no more than brutes?

⁴ Tear yourself to pieces if you will, but the world, for all your rage, will not turn to desert, the rocks will not shift from their places.

⁵ The light of the wicked must certainly be put out, the lamp that gives him light cease to shine.

⁶ In his tent the light is dimmed, the lamp that shone on him is snuffed.

⁷ His vigorous stride loses its power, his own designs falter.

⁸ For into the net his own feet carry him, he walks into the snares.

⁹ A spring grips him by the heel, a trap snaps shut, and he is caught.

¹⁰ Hidden in the ground is a snare to catch him, pitfalls lie across his path.

¹¹ Terrors threaten him from all sides following him step by step.

¹² Hunger becomes his companion, by his side Disaster stands.

¹³ Disease devours his skin, Death's First-Born gnaws his limbs.

¹⁴ He will be torn from the shelter of his tent, and you will drag him to the King of Terrors.

¹⁵ You can live in the tent, since it is no longer his, and brimstone will be scattered on his sheepfold.

¹⁶ Below, his roots dry out and his branches are blasted above.

¹⁷ His memory fades from the land, his name is forgotten in the countryside.

¹⁸ Driven from the light into the darkness, he is banished from the world,

¹⁹ without issue or posterity among his own people or a single survivor where he used to live.

²⁰ His end appals the west and fills the east with terror.

²¹ Such indeed is the fate of the places where wickedness dwells -- the home of everyone who knows not God.