Job 18

Then Bildad the Shuhite answered,

“How long will you hunt for words?

Why are we counted as animals,

You who tear yourself in your anger,

“Yes, the light of the wicked will be put out.

The light will be dark in his tent.

The steps of his strength will be shortened.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet,

A snare will take him by the heel.

A noose is hidden for him in the ground,

Terrors will make him afraid on every side,

His strength will be famished.

The members of his body will be devoured.

He will be rooted out of the security of his tent.

There will dwell in his tent that which is none of his.

His roots will be dried up beneath.

His memory will perish from the earth.

He will be driven from light into darkness,

He will have neither son nor grandson among his people,

Those who come after will be astonished at his day,

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous.