MLV(i)
11 Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, and the noise of your viols. The worm is spread under you and worms cover you.
12 How you are fallen from heaven, O daystar, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground, who laid the nations low! 13 And you said in your heart, I will ascend into heaven. I will exalt my throne above the stars of God and I will sit upon the mountain 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 you will be brought down to Sheol, to the utmost parts of the pit.
16 Those who see you will gaze at you. They will consider you, 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 you are cast forth away from your 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.
12 How you are fallen from heaven, O daystar, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground, who laid the nations low! 13 And you said in your heart, I will ascend into heaven. I will exalt my throne above the stars of God and I will sit upon the mountain 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 you will be brought down to Sheol, to the utmost parts of the pit.
16 Those who see you will gaze at you. They will consider you, 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 you are cast forth away from your 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.