Isaiah 14:11-13

The Voice

¹¹    All of your pomp and power and the music of your harps join you here
        where the dead abide,
    Where maggots squirm beneath you,
        where worms cover you like a blanket.

¹²My, how you’ve fallen from the heights of heaven!
    O morning star, son of the dawn!
What a star you were, as you menaced and weakened the nations,
    but now you’ve been cut down, fallen to earth.
¹³Remember how you said to yourself,
    “I will ascend to heaven—reach higher and with more power—
    and set my throne high above God’s own stars?”
Remember how you thought you could be a god, saying:
    “I will sit among them at the mount of assembly in the northern heights.