Shebna

The rivers are diverted,
The walls are being braced...
The land is blackened by fire.
Yet... the Chamberlain eats
Drinks, and lays with many
Beautiful maidens, saying,
"The enemy will make a breach
"And I will surely die.
"I shall make my fortress of stone
"And hide in comfort abase the waste."
Who do you make the king's ministers?
Why is there such corruption in the land?
O, Shebna? Who do you appoint?