8Even the trees of the wood are glad over you, the trees of Lebanon, saying, From the time of your fall no wood-cutter has come up against us with an axe.
9The underworld is moved at your coming: the shades of the dead are awake before you, even the strong ones of the earth; all the kings of the world have got up from their seats.
10They all make answer and say to you, Have you become feeble like us? have you been made even as we are?
11Your pride has gone down into the underworld, and the noise of your instruments of music; the worms are under you, and your body is covered with them.
12How great is your fall from heaven, O shining one, son of the morning! How are you cut down to the earth, low among the dead bodies!
13For you said in your heart, I will go up to heaven, I will make my seat higher than the stars of God; I will take my place on the mountain of the meeting-place of the gods, in the inmost parts of the north.
14I will go higher than the clouds; I will be like the Most High.
