11. Your pride has been brought down to Sheolalong with the music of your harps.Maggots are spread out ⌊like a bed⌋ under you,and worms cover you.
12. How you have fallen from heaven, you morning star, son of the dawn!How you have been cut down to the ground, you conqueror of nations!
13. You thought,“I’ll go up to heaven and set up my throne above God’s stars.I’ll sit on the mountain far away in the northwhere the gods assemble.
14. I’ll go above the top of the clouds.I’ll be like the Most High.”