The prophet asks what is wrong with Jerusalem, that all of it has gone up to the housetops. The noisy, joyful city has slain who were not slain by the sword or in battle. All her rulers fled together and were captured by the archers. Isaiah asks to be left to weep bitterly over the destruction of the daughter of his people.
It is a day of tumult and confusion from the Lord, in the valley of vision. Elam takes up the quiver, Kir uncovers the shield, and chariots fill the valleys. The people look to the weapons in the House of the Forest, see the breaches of the city of David, collect the waters of the lower pool, break down houses to fortify the wall and make a reservoir between the two walls for the water of the old pool. But they did not look to him who did it, nor see him who planned it long ago. That day the Lord called for weeping, shaving the head and sackcloth; instead there was feasting, meat and wine, and people said let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die. The Lord declared that this iniquity will not be atoned for until they die.
Then the Lord tells Isaiah to go to Shebna, the steward who cut a tomb for himself on the height. He will hurl him like a ball into a wide land, where he will die. He will call his servant Eliakim son of Hilkiah, clothe him with Shebna's robe and commit his authority to him. He will be a father to the inhabitants of Jerusalem and to Judah. He will place on his shoulder the key of the house of David: what he opens no one will shut, and what he shuts no one will open. He will be like a peg in a secure place and a throne of honor to his father's house. But in time the peg will give way and the load hanging on it will fall, for the Lord has spoken.