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Job Chapter 18 | Parsha:

1Then Bildad the Shuhite said in reply:

2How long? Put an end to talk!
Consider, and then we shall speak.

3Why are we thought of as brutes,
Regarded by you as stupid?

4You who tear yourself to pieces in anger—
Will earth’s order be disrupted for your sake?
Will rocks be dislodged from their place?

5Indeed, the light of the wicked fails;
The flame of his fire does not shine.

6The light in his tent darkens;
His lamp fails him.

7His iniquitous strides are hobbled;
His schemes overthrow him.

8He is led by his feet into the net;
He walks onto the toils.

9The trap seizes his heel;
The noose tightens on him.

10The rope for him lies hidden on the ground;
His snare, on the path.

11Terrors assault him on all sides
And send his feet flying.

12His progeny hunger;
Disaster awaits his wife.

13The tendons under his skin are consumed;
Death’s first-born consumes his tendons.

14He is torn from the safety of his tent;
Terror marches him to the king.

15It lodges in his desolate tent;
Sulfur is strewn upon his home.

16His roots below dry up,
And above, his branches wither.

17All mention of him vanishes from the earth;
He has no name abroad.

18He is thrust from light to darkness,
Driven from the world.

19He has no seed or breed among his people,
No survivor where he once lived.

20Generations to come will be appalled at his fate,
As the previous ones are seized with horror.

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

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