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How the oppressor has come to an end!

How the turmoil has ended!

The Lord has broken the rod of the wicked

The staff of the tyrants

That struck the peoples in wrath

With relentless blows

Below, Sheol is all astir

Preparing for your coming

Awakening the shades to greet you

The Lord has broken the rod of the wicked

The staff of the tyrants

That struck the peoples in wrath

With relentless blows

How you have fallen from the heavens

O Morning Star, son of the dawn!

How you have been cut down to the earth

You who conquered nations!

But you are cast forth

Without burial

Like loathsome carrion

A trampled corpse

But you are cast forth

Without burial

Like loathsome carrion

A trampled corpse