Isaiah 14:4-19 then shalt thou vse thys mockage vpon the kyng of Babylon, & saye: How happeneth it that the oppressour leaueth of? Is the golden tribute come to an ende?

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁴ then shalt thou vse thys mockage vpon the kyng of Babylon, & saye: How happeneth it that the oppressour leaueth of? Is the golden tribute come to an ende? ⁵ The Lord hath broken the ceptre of the vngodly & the rodd of the lordly. ⁶ Which when he is wroth smyteth the people wt continual strokes, & tyrannouselye reignethe ouer the hethen whom he persecuted without compassion. ⁷ And therfore the whole worlde is now at rest & quyetnes and men synge for ioye. ⁸ Ye, euen the Fyrre trees & Cedres of libanus reioyse at thy fall sayeng: Nowe that thou art layd downe, there come no mo vp to hewe downe vs. ⁹ Hell also beneth trembleth to mete the at thy commynge, & for thy sake hath raysed his deade, & all myghtie men & princes of the earth. All kynges of the earth stande vp from their seates, ¹⁰ that they may all answere & speake vnto the. Art thou become weake also as we? art thou become lyke vnto vs? ¹¹ Thy pompe and thy pryde is layde downe into the pyt, and so is the melody of thy instrumentes. Wormes be layde vnder the, & wormes are thy couerynge. ¹² How art thou fallen from heauen (O Lucifer) thou faire mornynge childe? how hast thou gotten a fall euen to the grounde, and art become weaker then the people? ¹³ For thou saydest in thyne herte: I will clyme vp into heauen, & exalte my throne aboue besyde the starres of God, I will syt also vpon the holy mount towarde the North, ¹⁴ I will clyme vp aboue the cloudes, and wylbe lyke the hyghest of al. ¹⁵ Yet thou shalt be brought downe to the depe of hell. ¹⁶ They that se the, shall narowly loke vpon the, and thynke in them selues, sayenge: Is thys the man, that brought all landes in feare, and made the kingdomes afrayde? ¹⁷ Is this he that made the worlde in a maner waste, and layde the cytyes to the grounde, which let not his prisoners go out? ¹⁸ The kynges of the nacions lye euery one in his awne house with worshype, ¹⁹ and thou art cast out of thy graue lyke a filthy abhominable braunch: lyke as dead mens raymint that are shot thorow with the swerde, & go downe to the stones of the depe: as a dead coarse that is troden vnder fete: