¹² “How ^(A)you are fallen from heaven,
    O Day Star, ^(B)son of Dawn!
How you are cut down to the ground,
    you who laid the nations low!

^4 (A)All the host of heaven shall rot away,
    and the skies roll up like a scroll.
All their host shall fall,
    as leaves fall from the vine,
    like leaves falling from the fig tree.