11. Your pomp is brought down to Sheol with the music of your harps. Maggots are spread out under you, and worms cover you.”
12. How you have fallen from heaven, O brightstar, son of the dawn! How you are cut down to the earth, you who made the nations prostrate!
13. You said in your heart: “I will ascend to heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God. I will sit upon the mount of meeting, in the uttermost parts of the north.
14. I will ascend above the high places of the clouds— I will make myself like Elyon.”