He has no posterity or progeny among his people, and no survivor where he used to live.

They of the west are appalled at his day, and horror seizes them of the east.

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous, such is the place of him who knows not God."

It consumes the parts of his skin; the firstborn of death consumes his limbs.

Then Bildad the Shuhite answered and said:

"How long will you hunt for words? Consider, and then we will speak.

"Indeed, the light of the wicked is put out, and the flame of his fire does not shine.

He is torn from the tent in which he trusted and is brought to the king of terrors.

You who tear yourself in your anger, shall the earth be forsaken for you, or the rock be removed out of its place?

Terrors frighten him on every side, and chase him at his heels.

He is thrust from light into darkness, and driven out of the world.

His strong steps are shortened, and his own schemes throw him down.

In his tent dwells that which is none of his; sulfur is scattered over his habitation.

The light is dark in his tent, and his lamp above him is put out.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walks on its mesh.

A trap seizes him by the heel; a snare lays hold of him.

Why are we counted as cattle? Why are we stupid in your sight?

His roots dry up beneath, and his branches wither above.

A rope is hidden for him in the ground, a trap for him in the path.

His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.

His strength is famished, and calamity is ready for his stumbling.