Isaiah

¹²How 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! ¹³And 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: ¹⁴I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the Most High. ¹⁵Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the uttermost parts of the pit. ¹⁶They that see thee shall narrowly look upon thee, they shall consider thee, saying, Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms; ¹⁷that made the world as a wilderness, and overthrew the cities thereof; that let not loose his prisoners to their home? ¹⁸All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, every one in his own house.