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17:10–18:11
Job
“As for all of you, come back with a better argument,
though I still won’t find a wise man among you.
My days are over.
My hopes have disappeared.
My heart’s desires are broken.
These men say that night is day;
they claim that the darkness is light.
What if I go to the grave
and make my bed in darkness?
What if I call the grave my father,
and the maggot my mother or my sister?
Where then is my hope?
Can anyone find it?
No, my hope will go down with me to the grave.
We will rest together in the dust!”
Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
“How long before you stop talking?
Speak sense if you want us to answer!
Do you think we are mere animals?
Do you think we are stupid?
You may tear out your hair in anger,
but will that destroy the earth?
Will it make the rocks tremble?
“Surely the light of the wicked will be snuffed out.
The sparks of their fire will not glow.
The light in their tent will grow dark.
The lamp hanging above them will be quenched.
The confident stride of the wicked will be shortened.
Their own schemes will be their downfall.
The wicked walk into a net.
They fall into a pit.
A trap grabs them by the heel.
A snare holds them tight.
A noose lies hidden on the ground.
A rope is stretched across their path.
“Terrors surround the wicked
and trouble them at every step.
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