Rotherham(i)
9 Hades, beneath, is excited about thee, To meet thine arrival,––Rousing up, for thee, Shades, All the he–goats of earth! Maketh rise from their thrones, All the kings of the nations.
10 All of them, answer, and say to thee,––Thou too, made strengthless, as we! Unto us, art thou like!
11 Brought down to Hades, thy pride, The hum of thy harps, Beneath thee, is spread out corruption, And, thy coverlet––worms!
12 How, hast thou fallen from heaven, O Shining One––Son of the Dawn! Hewn down to the earth, O crusher of nations!
13 Yet, thou, didst say in thy heart––The heavens, will I ascend, Above the stars of GOD, will I lift up my throne,––That I may sit in the Mount of Assembly, In the Recesses of the North:
14 I will mount on the hills of the clouds, I will match the Most High!
15 Howbeit, to Hades, shalt thou be brought down,––To the Recesses of the Pit!