Job 18

vayya'an bildad hashukhi vayyomar

Then Bildad the Shuhite said in reply:

ad-anah tesimun qintse lemillin tavinu ve'akhar nedabber

How long? Put an end to talk! Consider, and then we shall speak.

maddua nekhshavnu khabbehemah nitminu be'enekhem

Why are we thought of as brutes, Regarded by you as stupid?

toref nafsho be'appo halema'ankha te'azav arets veyetaq-tsur mimmeqomo

You who tear yourself to pieces in anger— Will earth’s order be disrupted for your sake? Will rocks be dislodged from their place?

gam or resha'im yidakh velo-yiggah sheviv isho

Indeed, the light of the wicked fails; The flame of his fire does not shine.

or khashakh be'oholo venero alayw yidakh

The light in his tent darkens; His lamp fails him.

yetseru tsa'ade ono vetashlikhehu atsato

His iniquitous strides are hobbled; His schemes overthrow him.

ki-shullakh bereshet beraglayw ve'al-sevakhah yithallakh

He is led by his feet into the net; He walks onto the toils.

yokhez be'aqev pakh yakhazeq alayw tsammim

The trap seizes his heel; The noose tightens on him.

tamun ba'arets khavlo umalkudto ale nativ

The rope for him lies hidden on the ground; His snare, on the path.

saviv bi'atuhu vallahot vehefitsuhu leraglayw

Terrors assault him on all sides And send his feet flying.

yehi-ra'ev ono ve'ed nakhon letsalo

His progeny hunger; Disaster awaits his wife.

yokhal badde oro yokhal baddayw bekhor mavet

The tendons under his skin are consumed; Death’s first-born consumes his tendons.

yinnateq me'oholo mivtakho vetatsidehu lemelekh ballahot

He is torn from the safety of his tent; Terror marches him to the king.

tishkon be'oholo mibbelilo yezoreh al-navehu gofrit

It lodges in his desolate tent; Sulfur is strewn upon his home.

mittakhat shorashayw yivashu umimma'al yimmal qetsiro

His roots below dry up, And above, his branches wither.

zikhro-avad minni-arets velo-shem lo al-pene-khuts

All mention of him vanishes from the earth; He has no name abroad.

yehdefuhu me'or el-khoshekh umittevel yenidduhu

He is thrust from light to darkness, Driven from the world.

lo-nin lo velo-nekhed be'ammo ve'en sarid bimgurayw

He has no seed or breed among his people, No survivor where he once lived.

al-yomo nashammu akharonim veqadmonim akhazu sa'ar

Generations to come will be appalled at his fate, As the previous ones are seized with horror.

akh-elleh mishkenot avval vezeh meqom lo-yada-el

“These were the haunts of the wicked; Here was the place of someone who knew not God.”