MSTC(i)
11 Thy pomp and thy pride is gone down to hell: Moths shall be laid under thee, and worms shall be thy covering.
12 How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, thou fair morning child! How hast thou gotten a fall, even to the ground; thou that didst subdue the people?
13 For thou thoughtest in thine heart, "I will climb up into heaven, and make my seat above the stars of God; I will sit also upon the holy mount toward the North;
14 I will climb up above the clouds; and will be like the highest of all."
15 Yet dare I say, that thou shalt be brought down to the deep of hell.
16 They that seek thee, shall narrowly look upon thee, and think in themselves, saying, "Is this the man, that brought all lands in fear, and made the kingdoms afraid?
17 Is this he that made the world in a manner waste, and laid the cities to the ground, which let not his prisoners go home?"
18 The kings of the nations lie every one in his own house with worship,
19 and thou art cast out of thy grave like a wild branch - like as dead men's raiment that are shot through with the sword, as they that go down to the stones of the deep, as a dead corpse that is trodden under feet -