1: "But if Judgment Day isn't hidden from the Almighty, why are we kept in the dark?
2: There are people out there getting by with murder--stealing and lying and cheating.
3: They rip off the poor and exploit the unfortunate,
4: Push the helpless into the ditch, bully the weak so that they fear for their lives.
5: The poor, like stray dogs and cats, scavenge for food in back alleys.
6: They sort through the garbage of the rich, eke out survival on handouts.
7: Homeless, they shiver through cold nights on the street; they've no place to lay their heads.
8: Exposed to the weather, wet and frozen, they huddle in makeshift shelters.
9: Nursing mothers have their babies snatched from them; the infants of the poor are kidnapped and sold.
10: They go about patched and threadbare; even the hard workers go hungry.
11: No matter how back-breaking their labor, they can never make ends meet.
12: People are dying right and left, groaning in torment. The wretched cry out for help and God does nothing, acts like nothing's wrong!
13: "Then there are those who avoid light at all costs, who scorn the light-filled path.
14: When the sun goes down, the murderer gets up--kills the poor and robs the defenseless.
15: Sexual predators can't wait for nightfall, thinking, "No one can see us now.'
16: Burglars do their work at night, but keep well out of sight through the day. They want nothing to do with light.
17: Deep darkness is morning for that bunch; they make the terrors of darkness their companions in crime.
18: "They are scraps of wood floating on the water--useless, cursed junk, good for nothing.
19: As surely as snow melts under the hot, summer sun, sinners disappear in the grave.
20: The womb has forgotten them, worms have relished them--nothing that is evil lasts.
21: Unscrupulous, they prey on those less fortunate.
22: However much they strut and flex their muscles, there's nothing to them. They're hollow.
23: They may have an illusion of security, but God has his eye on them.
24: They may get their brief successes, but then it's over, nothing to show for it. Like yesterday's newspaper, they're used to wrap up the garbage.
25: You're free to try to prove me a liar, but you won't be able to do it." Bildad's Third Attack Even the Stars Aren't Perfect in God's Eyes