And the Lord said, Who shall I send? And one answered like unto the Son of Man, Here am I, send me. And another answered and said, Here am I, send me. And the Lord said, I will send the first. And the second was angry and kept not his first estate, and at that day many followed after him.
Have you also become weak as us? Have you become like unto us? Your pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of your viols; the worm is spread under you, and the worms cover you.
How are you fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! Are you cut down to the ground, which did weaken the nations? For you have said in your heart, I will ascend into Heaven; I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the Most High. Yet you shall be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit. They that see you shall narrowly look upon you, and shall consider you, and shall say, Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms, and made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof, and opened not the house of his prisoners? All the kings of the nations, yea, all of them lie in glory, every one of them in his own house. But you are cast out of your grave like an abominable branch, and the remnant of those that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the stones of the pit, as a carcass trodden under feet. You shall not be joined with them in burial because you have destroyed your land and slain your people; the seed of evildoers shall never be renowned.
You’re as weak now as we are; you’re now one of us. All your magnificence fell into the grave, along with the noise of your harps; maggots and worms are now covering you.
How have you fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! You’ve been cast down to the earth, you who once destroyed whole nations! You said in your heart: I’ll ascend into heaven; I’ll sit on a throne above the stars of God; I’ll be enthroned on the mount of the congregation, in the northern sky; I’ll ascend above the highest clouds; I’ll make myself like the Most High! But you’ve been brought down to hell, to the deepest pit. Those who notice you stare at you, pondering your fate. They ask: Is this the man who shook the earth, who controlled kingdoms, and turned the world into a wilderness, and overthrew its cities and didn’t let his prisoners return home?
All the kings of the nations lie in state, each buried in their own tomb. But you’ve been left on the ground like a rejected branch; your unburied carcass now rotting on the ground, stabbed through by a sword. You weren’t mourned or buried because you destroyed your land and killed your people. Let the children of your wicked people never remember your name.
