11. Thy pomp is brought down to hell, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and worms cover thee.
12. How art thou fallen from heaven, O day star, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst lay low the nations!
13. And thou saidst in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; and I will sit upon the mount of congregation, in the uttermost parts of the north:
14. I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the Most High.
15. Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the uttermost parts of the pit.