8 And he, being filled with arrogance beyond human means, seemed to himself to command even the waves of the sea and to weigh even the heights of the mountains in a balance. But now, humbled to the ground, he was carried on a stretcher, calling himself as a witness to the manifest virtue of God.
9 So then, worms swarmed from his impious body, and, as he lived on in pain, his flesh fell away, and then his odorous stench oppressed the army.
10 And him who, a little before, thought that he could touch the stars of heaven, no one could endure to carry, because of the intolerable stench.
11 And so, from then on, being led away from his heavy arrogance by the admonishment of a divine plague, he began to come to an understanding of himself, with his pains increasing through every moment.
12 And, when he could not even bear his own stench, he spoke in this way: "It is just to be subject to God, and a mortal should not consider himself equal to God."
13 Then this wicked one prayed to the Lord, from whom, subsequently, there might be no mercy.
14 And the city, to which he was going in haste to pull it down to the ground and to make it a mass grave, he now wanted to make free.