Highlights from this Passage
- Bildad describes the pains of the unfaithful and wicked.
- Job complains about his friends’ cruelty.
- Job assures himself of the resurrection.
Then Bildad the Shuhite answered,
“How long will you hunt for words?
Consider, and afterwards we will speak.
Why are we counted as animals,
which have become unclean in your sight?
You who tear yourself in your anger,
will the earth be forsaken for you?
Or will the rock be removed out of its place?
“Yes, the light of the wicked will be put out.
The spark of his fire won’t shine.
The light will be dark in his tent.
His lamp above him will be put out.
The steps of his strength will be shortened.
His own counsel will cast him down.
For he is cast into a net by his own feet,
and he wanders into its mesh.
A snare will take him by the heel.
A trap will catch him.
A noose is hidden for him in the ground,
a trap for him on the path.
Terrors will make him afraid on every side,
and will chase him at his heels.
His strength will be famished.
Calamity will be ready at his side.
The members of his body will be devoured.
The firstborn of death will devour his members.
He will be rooted out of the security of his tent.
He will be brought to the king of terrors.
There will dwell in his tent that which is none of his.
Sulfur will be scattered on his habitation.
His roots will be dried up beneath.
His branch will be cut off above.
His memory will perish from the earth.
He will have no name in the street.
He will be driven from light into darkness,
and chased out of the world.
He will have neither son nor grandson among his people,
nor any remaining where he lived.
Those who come after will be astonished at his day,
as those who went before were frightened.
Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous.
This is the place of him who doesn’t know God.”
Then Job answered,
“How long will you torment me,
and crush me with words?
You have reproached me ten times.
You aren’t ashamed that you attack me.
If it is true that I have erred,
my error remains with myself.
If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me,
and plead against me my reproach,
know now that God has subverted me,
and has surrounded me with his net.
“Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard.
I cry for help, but there is no justice.
He has walled up my way so that I can’t pass,
and has set darkness in my paths.
He has stripped me of my glory,
and taken the crown from my head.
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone.
He has plucked my hope up like a tree.
He has also kindled his wrath against me.
He counts me among his adversaries.
His troops come on together,
build a siege ramp against me,
and encamp around my tent.
“He has put my brothers far from me.
My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
My relatives have gone away.
My familiar friends have forgotten me.
Those who dwell in my house and my maids consider me a stranger.
I am an alien in their sight.
I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer.
I beg him with my mouth.
My breath is offensive to my wife.
I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.
Even young children despise me.
If I arise, they speak against me.
All my familiar friends abhor me.
They whom I loved have turned against me.
My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh.
I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you my friends;
for the hand of God has touched me.
Why do you persecute me as God,
and are not satisfied with my flesh?
“Oh that my words were now written!
Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
That with an iron pen and lead
they were engraved in the rock forever!
But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives.
In the end, he will stand upon the earth.
After my skin is destroyed,
then I will see God in my flesh,
whom I, even I, will see on my side.
My eyes will see, and not as a stranger.
“My heart is consumed within me.
If you say, ‘How we will persecute him!’
because the root of the matter is found in me,
be afraid of the sword,
for wrath brings the punishments of the sword,
that you may know there is a judgment.”