They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness.
If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when [our] rest together [is] in the dust.
Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,
How long [will it be ere] ye make an end of words? mark, and afterwards we will speak.
Wherefore are we counted as beasts, [and] reputed vile in your sight?
He teareth himself in his anger: shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of his place?
Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the spark of his fire shall not shine.
