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How you have fallen from heaven, bright morning star / felled to the earth, sprawling helpless across the nations! / You thought in your own mind, / I will scale the heavens; / I will set my throne high above the stars of God, / I will sit on the mountain where the gods meet / in the far recesses of the north. / I will rise high above the cloud-banks / and make myself like the Most High.