He has neither children nor descendants among his people, no survivor in those places he once stayed.

People of the west are appalled at his fate; people of the east are seized with horror, saying,

Surely such is the residence of an evil man; and this is the place of one who has not known God.'"

It eats away parts of his skin; the most terrible death devours his limbs.

Then Bildad the Shuhite answered:

"How long until you make an end of words? You must consider, and then we can talk.

"Yes, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; his flame of fire does not shine.

He is dragged from the security of his tent, and marched off to the king of terrors.

You who tear yourself to pieces in your anger, will the earth be abandoned for your sake? Or will a rock be moved from its place?

Terrors frighten him on all sides and dog his every step.

He is driven from light into darkness and is banished from the world.

His vigorous steps are restricted, and his own counsel throws him down.

Fire resides in his tent; over his residence burning sulfur is scattered.

The light in his tent grows dark; his lamp above him is extinguished.

For he has been thrown into a net by his feet and he wanders into a mesh.

A trap seizes him by the heel; a snare grips him.

Why should we be regarded as beasts, and considered stupid in your sight?

Below his roots dry up, and his branches wither above.

A rope is hidden for him on the ground and a trap for him lies on the path.

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

Calamity is hungry for him, and misfortune is ready at his side.