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Coptic New Testament (Bohairic)Translation
Coptic New Testament (Bohairic)
King James Version with Apocrypha
1ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀⲒⲚⲀⲨ ⲈⲠⲒϨⲒⲎⲂ ⲈϤⲞϨⲒ ⲈⲢⲀⲦϤ ϨⲒϪⲈⲚ ⲠⲒⲦⲰⲞⲨ ⲚⲦⲈⲤⲒⲰⲚ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲢⲘⲆ ⲚϢⲞ ⲈⲨⲬⲎ ⲚⲈⲘⲀϤ ⲈⲢⲈ ⲠⲈϤⲢⲀⲚ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲪⲢⲀⲚ ⲘⲠⲈϤⲒⲰⲦ ⲈϤⲤϦⲎⲞⲨⲦ ϨⲒ ⲦⲞⲨⲦⲈϨⲚⲒ.
1And I looked, and, lo, a Lamb stood on the mount Sion, and with him an hundred forty and four thousand, having his Father’s name written in their foreheads.
2ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀⲒⲤⲰⲦⲈⲘ ⲈⲞⲨⲤⲘⲎ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲦⲪⲈ ⲘⲪⲢⲎϮ ⲚⲞⲨⲚⲒϢϮ ⲚϦⲀⲢⲀⲂⲀⲒ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ϮⲤⲘⲎ ⲈⲦⲀⲒⲤⲞⲐⲘⲈⲤ ⲘⲪⲢⲎϮ ⲚϨⲀⲚⲢⲈϤⲈⲢⲞⲨⲰⲒⲚⲒ.
2And I heard a voice from heaven, as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of a great thunder: and I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps:
3ⲈⲨϨⲰⲤ ϦⲈⲚⲞⲨϨⲰⲆⲎ ⲘⲂⲈⲢⲒ ⲘⲠⲈⲘⲐⲞ ⲘⲠⲒⲐⲢⲞⲚⲞⲤ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲠⲈⲘⲐⲞ ⲘⲠⲒⲆ ⲚⲌⲰⲞⲚ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲚⲒⲠⲢⲈⲤⲂⲨⲦⲈⲢⲞⲤ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲘⲠⲈ ϨⲖⲒ ϪⲈⲘϪⲞⲘ ⲈⲈⲘⲒ ⲈϮϨⲰⲆⲎ ⲈⲂⲎⲖ ⲈⲠⲒⲢⲘⲆ ⲚϢⲞ ⲚⲎ ⲈⲦⲀⲨϢⲞⲠⲞⲨ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲠⲔⲀϨⲒ.
3And they sung as it were a new song before the throne, and before the four beasts, and the elders: and no man could learn that song but the hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from the earth.
4ⲚⲀⲒ ⲚⲈⲚⲎ ⲈⲦⲈ ⲘⲠⲞⲨⲐⲰⲖⲈⲂ ⲚⲚⲞⲨϨⲂⲰⲤ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲤϨⲒⲘⲒ ϨⲀⲚⲠⲀⲢⲐⲈⲚⲞⲤ ⲄⲀⲢ ⲚⲈⲚⲀⲒ ⲚⲈⲚⲎ ⲈⲐⲘⲞϢⲒ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲠⲒϨⲒⲎⲂ ⲈⲠⲒⲘⲀ ⲈⲦⲈϤⲚⲀϢⲈ ⲚⲀϤ ⲈⲢⲞϤ ⲚⲀⲒ ⲚⲈⲚⲎ ⲈⲦⲀⲨϢⲞⲠⲞⲨ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲚⲒⲢⲰⲘⲒ ⲚⲀⲠⲀⲢⲬⲎ ⲘⲪⲚⲞⲨϮ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲠⲒϨⲒⲎⲂ
4These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins. These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the firstfruits unto God and to the Lamb.
5ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲘⲠⲞⲨϪⲈⲘ ϨⲖⲒ ⲘⲘⲈⲐⲚⲞⲨϪ ϦⲈⲚⲢⲰⲞⲨ ⲤⲈⲦⲞⲨⲂⲎⲞⲨⲦ ⲄⲀⲢ.
5And in their mouth was found no guile: for they are without fault before the throne of God.
6ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀⲒⲚⲀⲨ ⲈⲔⲈⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ⲈϤϨⲎⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲐⲘⲎϮ ⲚⲦⲪⲈ ⲈⲞⲨⲞⲚ ⲞⲨⲈⲨⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲒⲞⲚ ⲚⲈⲚⲈϨ ⲚⲦⲞⲦϤ ⲈϤϨⲒϢⲈⲚⲚⲞⲨϤⲒ ⲚⲚⲎ ⲈⲦϢⲞⲠ ϨⲒϪⲈⲚ ⲠⲔⲀϨⲒ ⲚⲈⲘ ϢⲖⲞⲖ ⲚⲒⲂⲈⲚ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲪⲨⲖⲎ ⲚⲒⲂⲈⲚ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲖⲀⲞⲤ ⲚⲒⲂⲈⲚ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲖⲀⲤ ⲚⲒⲂⲈⲚ
6And I saw another angel fly in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and people,
7ⲈϤϪⲰ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ϦⲈⲚⲞⲨⲚⲒϢϮ ⲚϦⲢⲰⲞⲨ ϪⲈ ⲀⲢⲒϨⲞϮ ϦⲀⲦϨⲎ ⲘⲪⲚⲞⲨϮ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲘⲀⲰⲞⲨ ⲚⲀϤ ϪⲈ ⲀⲤⲒ ⲚϪⲈϮⲞⲨⲚⲞⲨ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲈϤϨⲀⲠ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲞⲨⲰϢⲦ ⲘⲪⲎ ⲈⲦⲀϤⲐⲀⲘⲒⲈ ⲦⲪⲈ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲠⲔⲀϨⲒ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲪⲒⲞⲘ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲚⲒⲘⲰⲞⲨ.
7Saying with a loud voice, Fear God, and give glory to him; for the hour of his judgment is come: and worship him that made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and the fountains of waters.
8ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲔⲈⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ⲘⲘⲀϨⲂ ⲀϤⲘⲞϢⲒ ⲚⲤⲰϤ ⲈϤϪⲰ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ϪⲈ ⲀⲤϨⲈⲒ ⲚϪⲈⲂⲀⲂⲨⲖⲰⲚ ϮⲚⲒϢϮ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲠⲎⲢⲠ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲈⲘⲂⲞⲚ ⲚⲦⲈⲦⲈⲤⲠⲞⲢⲚⲒⲀ ⲀⲨϨⲈⲒ ⲚϪⲈⲚⲒⲈⲐⲚⲞⲤ ⲦⲎⲢⲞⲨ.
8And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city, because she made all nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication.
9ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲔⲈⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ⲘⲘⲀϨⲄ ⲀϤⲘⲞϢⲒ ⲚⲤⲰⲞⲨ ⲈϤϪⲰ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ϪⲈ ⲪⲎ ⲈⲐⲚⲀⲞⲨⲰϢⲦ ⲘⲠⲒⲐⲎⲢⲒⲞⲚ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲦⲈϤϨⲨⲔⲰⲚ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲚⲦⲈϤⲦⲞⲂϤ ⲈⲦⲈϤⲦⲈϨⲚⲒ ⲒⲈ ⲦⲈϤϪⲒϪ
9And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand,
10ⲚⲐⲞϤ ⲈⲐⲚⲀⲤⲰ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲠⲒⲎⲢⲠ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲈⲘⲂⲞⲚ ⲘⲪⲚⲞⲨϮ ⲪⲎ ⲈⲦⲐⲎⲦ ⲚⲎⲢⲠ ⲚⲀⲔⲢⲀⲦⲞⲚ ϦⲈⲚⲠⲒⲀⲪⲞⲦ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲈϤϪⲰⲚⲦ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲈⲨⲈⲈⲢⲂⲀⲤⲀⲚⲒⲌⲒⲚ ⲘⲘⲰⲞⲨ ϦⲈⲚⲞⲨⲬⲢⲰⲘ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲞⲨⲐⲎⲚ ⲘⲠⲈⲘⲐⲞ ⲚⲚⲒⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲠⲈⲘⲐⲞ ⲘⲠⲒϨⲒⲎⲂ.
10The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb:
11ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲠⲒⲬⲢⲈⲘⲦⲤ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲞⲨⲦϨⲈⲘⲔⲞ ⲈϤⲈϢⲈ ⲈⲠϢⲰⲒ ϢⲀ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϪⲈ ⲘⲘⲞⲚ ⲘⲦⲞⲚ ⲘⲘⲀⲨ ⲘⲠⲒⲈϨⲞⲞⲨ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲠⲒⲈϪⲰⲢϨ ⲚⲦⲈⲚⲎ ⲈⲐⲚⲀⲞⲨⲰϢⲦ ⲘⲠⲒⲐⲎⲢⲒⲞⲚ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲦⲈϤϨⲨⲔⲰⲚ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲪⲎ ⲈⲐⲚⲀϬⲒ ⲘⲠⲒϢⲰⲖϨ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲈϤⲢⲀⲚ.
11And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name.
12ⲪⲎ ⲆⲈ ⲈⲐⲚⲀⲀⲘⲞⲚⲒ ⲚⲦⲞⲦϤ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲚⲒⲀⲄⲒⲞⲤ ⲚⲎ ⲈⲐⲚⲀⲀⲢⲈϨ ⲈⲚⲒⲈⲚⲦⲞⲖⲎ ⲚⲦⲈⲪⲚⲞⲨϮ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲠⲒⲚⲀϨϮ ⲚⲦⲈⲒⲎⲤⲞⲨⲤ ⲠⲬⲢⲒⲤⲦⲞⲤ.
12Here is the patience of the saints: here are they that keep the commandments of God, and the faith of Jesus.
13ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀⲒⲤⲰⲦⲈⲘ ⲈⲔⲈⲚⲒϢϮ ⲚϦⲢⲰⲞⲨ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲦⲪⲈ ⲈϤϪⲰ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ϪⲈ ⲰⲞⲨⲚⲒⲀⲦⲞⲨ ⲚⲚⲒⲢⲈϤⲘⲰⲞⲨⲦ ϦⲈⲚⲠϬⲞⲒⲤ ⲀⲨϢⲀⲚⲦⲰⲞⲨⲚⲞⲨ ⲒⲤϪⲈⲚ ϮⲚⲞⲨ ϤϪⲰ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ⲚϪⲈⲠⲒⲠⲚⲈⲨⲘⲀϨⲒⲚⲀ ⲚⲦⲞⲨⲘⲦⲞⲚ ⲘⲘⲰⲞⲨ ⲒⲤϪⲈⲚ ϮⲚⲞⲨ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲚⲞⲨϦⲒⲤⲒ ⲚⲦⲈⲚⲞⲨϨⲂⲎⲞⲨⲒ ⲈⲨⲈⲘⲞϢⲒ ⲚⲤⲰⲞⲨ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲚⲦⲈϤϬⲒⲘⲰⲒⲦ ϦⲀϪⲰⲞⲨ ⲈϦⲢⲎⲒ ⲈⲞⲨⲘⲞⲨⲘⲒ ⲘⲘⲰⲞⲨ ⲚⲰⲚϦ.
13And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.
14ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀⲒⲚⲀⲨ ⲈⲞⲨϬⲎⲠⲒ ⲈⲤⲞⲨⲰⲂϢ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲘⲠϢⲰⲒ ϨⲒϪⲈⲚ ϮϬⲎⲠⲒ ⲈϤϨⲈⲘⲤⲒ ⲚϪⲈⲞⲨⲀⲒ ⲈϤⲞⲚⲒ ⲚⲞⲨϢⲎⲢⲒ ⲚⲢⲰⲘⲒ ⲈⲞⲨⲞⲚ ⲞⲨⲬⲖⲞⲘ ⲚⲚⲞⲨⲂ ϨⲒϪⲰϤ ⲈⲞⲨⲞⲚ ⲞⲨⲤⲎϤⲒ ⲈⲤϨⲒⲞⲨⲒ ϦⲈⲚⲦⲈϤϪⲒϪ.
14And I looked, and behold a white cloud, and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle.
15ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲔⲈⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ⲀϤⲒ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲠⲒⲈⲢⲪⲈⲒ ⲈϤⲰϢ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲞⲨⲚⲒϢϮ ⲚϦⲢⲰⲞⲨ ⲈϤϪⲰ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ⲘⲪⲎ ⲈⲦϨⲈⲘⲤⲒ ϨⲒϪⲈⲚ ϮϬⲎⲠⲒ ϪⲈ ⲞⲨⲰⲢⲠ ⲘⲠⲈⲔⲰⲤϦ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲰⲤϦ ϪⲈ ⲀⲤⲒ ⲚϪⲈϮⲞⲨⲚⲞⲨ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲰⲤϦ ⲘⲠⲔⲀϨⲒ.
15And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe.
16ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲪⲎ ⲈⲦϨⲈⲘⲤⲒ ϨⲒϪⲈⲚ ϮϬⲎⲠⲒ ⲀϤⲞⲨⲰⲢⲠ ⲘⲠⲈϤⲰⲤϦ ϨⲒϪⲈⲚ ⲠⲒⲔⲀϨⲒ.
16And he that sat on the cloud thrust in his sickle on the earth; and the earth was reaped.
17ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲔⲈⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ⲈⲀϤⲒ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲦⲪⲈ ⲈⲞⲨⲞⲚ ⲞⲨⲤⲎϤⲒ ⲚⲦⲞⲦϤ ⲈⲤϨⲒⲞⲨⲒ.
17And another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, he also having a sharp sickle.
18ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲔⲈⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ⲀϤⲒ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲠⲒⲘⲀⲚⲈⲢϢⲰⲞⲨϢⲒ ⲈⲞⲨⲞⲚ ⲞⲨⲈⲢϢⲒϢⲒ ⲚⲦⲈⲞⲨⲬⲢⲰⲘ ⲚⲦⲞⲦϤ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀϤⲘⲞⲨϮ ϦⲈⲚⲞⲨⲚⲒϢϮ ⲚϦⲢⲰⲞⲨ ⲈⲪⲎ ⲈⲦⲈ ϮⲤⲎϤⲒ ⲈⲦϨⲒⲞⲨⲒ ⲚⲦⲞⲦϤ ⲈϤϪⲰ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ϪⲈ ⲞⲨⲰⲢⲠ ⲚⲦⲈⲔⲤⲎϤⲒ ⲈⲦϨⲒⲞⲨⲒ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ϬⲈⲖ ⲠⲒⲤⲘⲀϨ ⲚⲀⲖⲞⲖⲒ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲔⲀϨⲒ.
18And another angel came out from the altar, which had power over fire; and cried with a loud cry to him that had the sharp sickle, saying, Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth; for her grapes are fully ripe.
19ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀⲠⲒⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ϨⲒⲞⲨⲒ ⲚⲦⲈϤⲤⲎ ϤⲒ ⲈⲠⲔⲀϨⲒ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀϤϬⲈⲖ ⲠⲒⲀⲖⲞⲖⲒ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲔⲀϨⲒ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀϤϨⲒⲦϤ ⲈϦⲢⲎⲒ ⲈϮⲚⲒϢϮ ⲚϨⲢⲰⲦ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲈⲘⲂⲞⲚ ⲘⲪⲚⲞⲨϮ.
19And the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vine of the earth, and cast it into the great winepress of the wrath of God.
20ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀϤϨⲰⲘⲒ ⲚϮϨⲢⲰⲦ ⲤⲀⲂⲞⲖ ⲚϮⲂⲀⲔⲒ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀϤⲒ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ⲚϪⲈⲞⲨⲤⲚⲞϤ ϦⲈⲚϮϨⲢⲰⲦ ϢⲀ ⲚⲒⲬⲀⲖⲒⲚⲞⲨⲤ ⲚⲦⲈⲚⲒϨⲐⲰⲢ ⲚⲞⲨϢⲞ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲬⲚⲤⲦⲀⲆⲒⲞⲚ.
20And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.
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