Job, Chapter 18

To whom thus Bildad: when wilt thou forbeare
To clamor, and afford a patient eare?
Do'st thou as beasts thy ancient friends despise?
Are we so vile and triviall in thine Eyes?
Oh miserable Man, by thy owne rage
In pieces torne: can fury griefe asswage?
Will God for thee the govern'd Earth forsake?
His purpose change, and Rocks asunder shake?
He shall their light extinguish who decline
From Vertues pathes: their sparkes shall cease to shine.
The Wicked shall be compassed about
With Darknesse: and his oylelesse Lamp flye-out.
His wasted strength unthought-of mischiefes shall
Intrap; and he by his owne counsels fall.
His desperate feet their Lord to Ruine lead:
And on prepared Engines rashly tread.
The Hunter shall intangle in his Toyle;
And rav'nous theeves of all his Substance spoile:
Snares, spread with tempting baits, for him shall lay;
And dig concealed Pit-fals in his way.
A thousand horrors shall his Soule affright,
Encounter; and pursue his guilty flight.
Destruction shall upon his Steps attend;
And famines rage into his guts descend:
Shee shall the Sinewes of his strength devoure,
And Death's First borne shall crop him in his flower:
Cut of his confidence; and to the King
Of Terrors, his accused Conscience, bring.
Driven from the House, unjustly cal'd his owne;
By rapine got: which flaming sulphure, throwne
From Heaven, shall burne: his roote within the ground
Shall wither, and the axe his branches wound.
He and his dying memory shall rot;
His name even by the present Age forgot.
From light into perpetuall Darknesse hurl'd;
And; as a Mischiefe, chast out of the World.
No Sonne, or Nephew shall supply his place:
Himselfe the last of his accursed Race.
Posteritie, as those then living shall
With wonder tremble at his fearefull fall.
So tragicall and merited a fate
Shall swallow those, who God and Justice hate.
How long, said Iob, will you with bitter words