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IsaiahChapter 22

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An oracle concerning the Valley of Vision: What is the matter with you now, that you have all gone up to the rooftops,
you town full of uproar, city of tumult, exultant town? Your slain were not slain by the sword, nor did they die in battle.
All your commanders fled together; without a bow they were captured. All who were found in you were taken prisoner together, though they had fled far away.
Therefore I said: Look away from me; let me weep bitterly. Do not press to comfort me over the ruin of the daughter of my people.
For the Lord GOD of hosts has a day of panic, of trampling and confusion in the Valley of Vision—walls broken down and a cry for help echoing to the mountain.
Elam took up the quiver with chariots and horsemen, and Kir uncovered the shield.
Your choicest valleys were filled with chariots, and the horsemen took their stand at the gate.
He stripped away the defenses of Judah. On that day you looked to the weapons in the House of the Forest.
You saw that the breaches in the city of David were many, and you collected the water of the lower pool.
You counted the houses of Jerusalem, and you tore houses down to fortify the wall.
You built a reservoir between the two walls for the water of the old pool. But you did not look to him who made it, nor did you see the one who shaped it long ago.
On that day the Lord GOD of hosts called you to weeping and mourning, to shaving your heads and putting on sackcloth.
But look—joy and celebration! Killing cattle, slaughtering sheep, eating meat and drinking wine: "Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die!"
The LORD of hosts has revealed this in my hearing: "Surely this sin will not be atoned for you until you die," says the Lord GOD of hosts.
Thus says the Lord GOD of hosts: Go, present yourself to this steward, to Shebna, who is over the household:
What are you doing here, and who gave you the right, that you have cut out a tomb for yourself here—carving your grave on the height, chiseling a resting place for yourself in the rock?
Look, the LORD is about to hurl you away violently, strong man; he will grip you tight,
wind you up like a ball and fling you into a vast land. There you will die, and there your splendid chariots will lie—you disgrace to your master's house!
I will thrust you from your office, and you will be pulled down from your post.
On that day I will summon my servant Eliakim son of Hilkiah.
I will clothe him with your robe and fasten your sash around him. I will hand your authority over to him, and he will be a father to those who live in Jerusalem and to the house of Judah.
I will place the key of the house of David on his shoulder; what he opens no one will shut, and what he shuts no one will open.
I will drive him in like a peg in a firm place, and he will become a throne of honor for his father's house.
On him they will hang all the glory of his father's house—the offspring and the offshoots, every small vessel, from the bowls to all the jars.
On that day, declares the LORD of hosts, the peg driven into the firm place will give way; it will be cut down and fall, and the load hanging on it will be destroyed. For the LORD has spoken.
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