Isaiah 14:11-20

11Your splendor has been brought down to Sheol, as well as the sound of your stringed instruments. You lie on a bed of maggots, with a blanket of worms over you.

12Look how you have fallen from the sky, O shining one, son of the dawn! You have been cut down to the ground, O conqueror of the nations!

13You said to yourself, “I will climb up to the sky. Above the stars of El I will set up my throne. I will rule on the mountain of assembly on the remote slopes of Zaphon.

14I will climb up to the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High!”

15But you were brought down to Sheol, to the remote slopes of the pit.

16Those who see you stare at you, they look at you carefully, thinking: “Is this the man who shook the earth, the one who made kingdoms tremble?

17Is this the one who made the world like a desert, who ruined its cities, and refused to free his prisoners so they could return home?”’

18As for all the kings of the nations, all of them lie down in splendor, each in his own tomb.

19But you have been thrown out of your grave like a shoot that is thrown away. You lie among the slain, among those who have been slashed by the sword, among those headed for the stones of the pit, as if you were a mangled corpse.

20You will not be buried with them, because you destroyed your land and killed your people. The offspring of the wicked will never be mentioned again.