| 11 | Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, the sound of your harps; maggots are the bed beneath you, and worms are your covering. |
| 12 | "How you are fallen from heaven, O Day Star, son of Dawn! How you are cut down to the ground, you who laid the nations low! |
| 13 | You said in your heart, `I will ascend to heaven; above the stars of God I will set my throne on high; I will sit on the mount of assembly in the far north; |
| 14 | I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, I will make myself like the Most High.' |