Job 18

Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,

How long will ye hunt for words?

Wherefore are we counted as beasts,

Thou that tearest thyself in thine anger,

Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out,

The light shall be dark in his tent,

The steps of his strength shall be straitened,

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

A gin shall take him by the heel,

A noose is hid for him in the ground,

Terrors shall make him afraid on every side,

His strength shall be hunger-bitten,

The members of his body shall be devoured,

He shall be rooted out of his tent wherein he trusteth;

There shall dwell in his tent that which is none of his:

His roots shall be dried up beneath,

His remembrance shall perish from the earth,

He shall be driven from light into darkness,

He shall have neither son nor son’s son among his people,

They that come after shall be astonished at his day,

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous,