Coverdale(i)
12 How art thou fallen from heauen (o Lucifer) thou faire mornige childe? hast thou gotten a fall euen to the grounde, thou that (notwithstondinge) dyddest subdue the people?
13 And yet thou thoughtest in thine harte: I will clymme vp in to heauen, and make my seate aboue the starres of God, I wyll syt vpon the glorious mount toward the North,
14 I wyll clymme vp aboue the cloudes, & wilbe like the highest of all.
15 Yet darre I laye, yt thou shalt be brought downe to the depe of hell.
16 They that se the, shal narowly loke vpo the, and thinke in them selues, sayenge: Is this the man, that brought all londes in feare, and made ye kingdomes afrayde:
17 Is this he that made the worlde in a maner waist, & and layde the cities to the grounde, which let not his prisoners go home?