An oracle about the Valley of Vision. What is wrong with you, that you have all gone up to the rooftops,
you who are filled with noise, you roaring city, you party town? Your dead weren't slaughtered by the sword; they didn't die in battle.
All your leaders escaped together but were captured without a single bow shot. All your escapees were bound together, even though they fled far away.a4
Therefore, I said, "Don't look at me; let me weep bitterly. Don't try to comfort me about the destruction of my dearly loved people."
The LORD God of heavenly forces has a day of tumult and trampling and turmoil in the Valley of Vision, a breaking down of walls, a cry for help to the mountains.
Elam carried the quiver with chariots and horsemen, and Kir uncovered the shield.
Your finest valleys were filled with chariots, and horsemen doggedly guarded the gate.
Judah's covering has been stripped away. On that day, you trusted the weapons in the Forest House.
You observed the many broken defenses in David's City, and you collected the waters of the lower pool.
You counted Jerusalem's houses, and you tore down houses to fortify the wall.
You made a reservoir between the walls for the water of the earlier pool. But you didn't trust its maker; you didn't consider the one who planned it long ago.
The LORD God of heavenly forces called on that day for weeping and mourning, and shaven heads, and wearing of mourning clothes.
But instead there was fun and frivolity, killing of cattle and slaughtering of sheep, eating of meat and drinking of wine: "Eat and drink! Tomorrow we will die!"
But the LORD of heavenly forces has revealed in my hearing: This iniquity won't be forgiven you until you die, says the LORD God of heavenly forces.
The LORD God of heavenly forces says, Go now to this official, to Shebna, who is in charge of the house, and say to him:
What do you have here—and whom do you have here— that you have hewed out a tomb for yourself, you who cuts his grave on high and carves himself a home in the cliff?
The LORD is about to hurl you down, mighty man! He is surely going to cover you with darkness;
he will indeed unroll your head wrapping, rolling it like a ball into the open country. There you will die, with your glorious chariots, you disgrace to the house of your master!
I will thrust you from your monument; you will be pulled down from your platform.
On that day, I will call my servant Eliakim, Hilkiah's son.
I will give him your robe and wrap him in your sash, and I will hand over to him your authority. He will be a father to the inhabitants of Jerusalem and to the house of Judah.
I will place the key to David's house on his shoulder; what he opens no one will close, and what he closes no one will open.
I will fasten him securely like a tent peg, and he will be a throne of honor for his ancestors' house.
All the honor of his household will hang on him, the offspring and the offshoots, every little dish, every bowl, every jar.
On that day, says the LORD of heavenly forces, the peg that is fastened securely will give way; it will be cut down, and it will fall, and all the load hanging on it will be lost. The LORD has spoken.