ACV(i)
11 Thy pomp is brought down to Sheol, and the noise of thy viols. The worm is spread under thee, and worms cover thee.
12 How thou are fallen from heaven, O day-star, son of the morning! How thou are cut down to the ground, who laid the nations low!
13 And thou said in thy 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 outermost parts of the north.
14 I will ascend above the heights of the clouds. I will make myself like the Most High.
15 Yet thou shall be brought down to Sheol, to the utmost parts of the pit.
16 Those who see thee shall gaze at thee. They shall consider thee, saying, Is this the man who made the earth to tremble, who shook kingdoms,
17 who made the world as a wilderness, and overthrew the cities of it, who did not let loose his prisoners to their home?
18 All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, each one in his own house.
19 But thou are cast forth away from thy sepulcher like an abominable branch, clothed with the slain, who are thrust through with the sword, who go down to the stones of the pit, as a dead body trodden under foot.