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Go, get thee unto this steward,
Even unto Shebna, who is over the house:
16What hast thou here, and whom hast thou here,
That thou hast hewed thee out here a sepulchre,
Thou that hewest thee out a sepulchre on high,
And gravest a habitation for thyself in the rock?
17Behold, the Lord will hurl thee up and down with a man's throw;
Yea, He will wind thee round and round;
18He will violently roll and toss thee like a ball into a large country;
There shalt thou die, and there shall be the chariots of thy glory,
Thou shame of the lord's house.
19And I will thrust thee from thy post,
And from thy station shalt thou be pulled down.
20And it shall come to pass in that day,
That I will call my servant Eliakim the son of Hilkiah;
21And I will clothe him with thy robe,
And bind him with thy girdle,
And I will commit thy government into his hand;
And he shall be a father to the inhabitants of Jerusalem, and to the house of Judah.
22And the key of the house of David will I lay upon his shoulder;
And he shall open, and none shall shut;
And he shall shut, and none shall open.
23And I will fasten him as a peg in a sure place;
And he shall be for a throne of honour to his father's house.

24And they shall hang upon him all the glory of his father's house, the offspring and the issue, all vessels of small quantity, from the vessels of cups even to all the vessels of flagons. 25In that day, saith the Lord of hosts, shall the peg that was fastened in a sure place give way; and it shall be hewn down, and fall, and the burden that was upon it shall be cut off; for the Lord hath spoken it.

23The burden of Tyre.

Howl, ye ships of Tarshish,
For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in;
From the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.
2Be still, ye inhabitants of the coast-land;
Thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
3And on great waters the seed of Shihor,
The harvest of the Nile, was her revenue;
And she was the mart of nations.
4Be thou ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea hath spoken,
The stronghold of the sea, saying:
'I have not travailed, nor brought forth,
Neither have I reared young men, nor brought up virgins.'
5When the report cometh to Egypt,
They shall be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
6Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the coast-land.
7Is this your joyous city,
Whose feet in antiquity,
In ancient days,
Carried her afar off to sojourn?
8Who hath devised this against Tyre, the crowning city,