Your pomp has been brought down to Sheol, along with the music of your harps. Maggots are your bed and worms your blanket.
Now this is the inscription that was written: MENE, MENE, TEKEL, PARSIN.
“As they go forth, they will see the corpses of the men who have rebelled against Me; for their worm will never die, the
O city of commotion, O town of revelry? Your slain did not die by the sword, nor were they killed in battle.
If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
My heart falters; fear makes me tremble. The twilight I desired has turned to horror.
As drought and heat consume the melting snow, so Sheol steals those who have sinned.
They send forth their little ones like a flock; their children skip about,
If your hand causes you to sin, cut it off. It is better for you to enter life crippled than to have two hands and go in
You dismiss the day of calamity and bring near a reign of violence.
Whom do you surpass in beauty? Go down and be placed with the uncircumcised!
So I will silence the sound of your songs, and the music of your lyres will no longer be heard.
Later, King Belshazzar held a great feast for a thousand of his nobles, and he drank wine with them.
And the merchants of the earth will weep and mourn over her, because there is no one left to buy their cargo—