How you are fallen from heaven
O Lucifer, son of the morning!
How you are cut down to the ground
You who weakened 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 also sit on the mount of the congregation
On the farthest 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 Sheol
To the lowest depths of the Pit
Those who see will gaze at you
And consider you closely, saying
Is this the man who made the earth tremble; who shook kingdoms
Who made the world as a wilderness
And destroyed its cities
Who did not open the house of his prisoners?
All the kings of the nations
All of them, sleep in glory
Every one in his own house
But you are cast out of your grave
Like an abominable branch
Like the garment of those who are slain
Thrust through with a sword
Who go down to the stones of the pit
Like a corpse trampled under foot
You will not be joined with them in burial
Because of the iniquity of their fathers
Lest they rise up and possess the land
And fill the face of the world with cities

(Isaiah 14:12-21)