Bright star, son of the morning,
Why did you fall from the sky?
How come you, the conqueror of nations, are cut down to the ground?
You have said in your heart: I will ascend to heaven; I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will sit on the mountain of assembly, in the uttermost part of the north. I will ascend to the heights of the clouds; I will be equal with the Most High.
However, you will fall into Hades and into the depths of the pit.
Bright star, son of the morning,
Why are you being secretly obeyed?
Why are you, the guardian of all spirits, bound in a prison?
You once said in your heart: "I want to ascend to the sky, I want to break free from the shackles of the spirit and untie the shackles of the soul. I want to fly beside the mountain of creation, in the bright distance. I want to soar in the clouds, and I want to get the fruits that belong to me."
However, you will be bound until the universe collapses.