11 Your majesty has been brought down to the underworld,along with the sound of your harps.Under you is a bed of maggots,and worms are your blanket.
12 How you’ve fallen from heaven,morning star, son of dawn!You are cut down to earth,helpless on your back!
13 You said to yourself, I will climb up to heaven;above God’s stars, I will raise my throne.I’ll sit on the mount of assembly,on the heights of Zaphon.
14 I’ll go up to the cloud tops;I’ll be like the Most High!
15 But down to the underworld you are brought,to the depths of the pit.
16 Those who see you will stare at you;they will examine you closely:"Is this the man who rattled the earth,who shook kingdoms,
17 who made the world a wastelandand tore down its cities,and wouldn’t let his prisoners go home?"