⁷ All the earth rests quietly,
    then it breaks into song.
⁸ Even the cypresses rejoice over you,
    the cedars of Lebanon:
    “Since you were laid low,
        no logger comes up against us!”

⁹ The underworld^[c] beneath becomes restless to greet your arrival.
It awakens the ghosts,
    all the leaders of earth;
it makes the kings of the nations rise from their thrones.
¹⁰ All of them speak and say to you:
    “Even you’ve become weak like we are!
    You are the same as us!”
¹¹ Your majesty has been brought down to the underworld,^[d]
    along with the sound of your harps.
Under you is a bed of maggots,
    and worms are your blanket.

¹² How you’ve fallen from heaven,
    morning star, son of dawn!
You are cut down to earth,
    helpless on your back!
¹³ You said to yourself, I will climb up to heaven;
    above God’s stars, I will raise my throne.
I’ll sit on the mount of assembly,
    on the heights of Zaphon.
¹⁴ I’ll go up to the cloud tops;
    I’ll be like the Most High!
¹⁵ But down to the underworld^[e] you are brought,
    to the depths of the pit.

¹⁶ Those who see you will stare at you;
        they will examine you closely:
    “Is this the man who rattled the earth,
        who shook kingdoms,
¹⁷         who made the world a wasteland
        and tore down its cities,
        and wouldn’t let his prisoners go home?”
¹⁸ All the kings of the nations lie down honored,
        all of them, each in his own tomb.
¹⁹     But you are cast away from your own grave
        like a rejected branch,
        covered by the dead
        and those pierced by the sword—
        who go down to the stony pit—
        like a trampled corpse.
²⁰ You won’t join them in burial,
    for you destroyed your own land;
    you killed your own people.
Such evil offspring will never be mentioned again!