11. Your pomp is brought down to the grave, and the sound of your harps: the maggot is spread under you, and the worms cover you.
12. How are you fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how are you cut down to the ground, who did weaken the nations!
13. For you have said in your heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the farthest sides of the north: