Revelation 19
1 And after yt I herde ye voyce of moche people in heven sayinge: Alleluia. Saluacion and glory and honour and power be ascribed to ye lorde oure god
ⲁ̅ⲙⲛⲛⲥⲁⲛⲁⲓ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲩⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲥⲙⲏ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲏⲏϣⲉ ⲉⲛⲁϣⲱϥ ϩⲛⲧⲡⲉ ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲁⲗⲗⲏⲗⲟⲩⲓⲁ ⲡⲟⲩϫⲁⲓ ⲙⲛⲡⲉⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲛⲧϭⲟⲙ ⲙⲡⲉⲛⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ
2 for true and ryghteous are his iudgmentes for he hath iudged ye grett whore which did corrupt the erth with her fornicacion and hath avenged the bloud of his servauntes of her hond.
ⲃ̅ϫⲉ ϩⲉⲛⲙⲉ ⲛⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲉⲛⲇⲓⲕⲁⲓⲟⲥⲩⲛⲏ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲉⲕϩⲁⲡ ϫⲉ ⲁⲕⲕⲣⲓⲛⲉ ⲛⲧⲡⲟⲣⲛⲏ ⲧⲁⲓ ⲛⲧⲁⲥⲧⲁⲕⲉⲡⲕⲁϩ ϩⲛⲧⲉⲥⲡⲟⲣⲛⲓⲁ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁϥϫⲓ ⲙⲡⲉⲕⲃⲁ ⲙⲡⲉⲥⲛⲟϥ ⲛⲛⲉϥϩⲙ̅ϩⲁⲗ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲛⲉⲥϭⲓϫ
ⲅ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉϫⲁⲩ ⲙⲡⲙⲉϩⲥⲡⲥⲛⲁⲩ ϫⲉ ⲁⲗⲗⲏⲗⲟⲩⲓⲁ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉⲥⲕⲁⲡⲛⲟⲥ ⲛⲏⲩ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ϣⲁⲉⲛⲉϩ ⲛⲉⲛⲉϩ (aiōn g165)
4 And the xxiiii. elders and the iiii. bestes fell doune and worshypped god that sate on the seate sayinge: Amen Alleluya.
ⲇ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡϫⲟⲩⲧⲁϥⲧⲉ ⲙⲡⲣⲉⲥⲃⲉⲧⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲁⲩⲡⲁϩⲧⲟⲩ ⲙⲛⲡⲉϥⲧⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲍⲱⲟⲛ ⲁⲩⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲉⲧϩⲙⲟⲟⲥ ϩⲓⲡⲉⲑⲣⲟⲛⲟⲥ ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ϩⲁⲙⲏⲛ ⲁⲗⲗⲏⲗⲟⲩⲓⲁ
5 And a voyce cam out of the seate saying: prayse oure lorde god all ye that are his servauntes and ye that feare him both small and grett.
ⲉ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁϩⲉⲛⲥⲙⲏ ⲉⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲙⲡⲉⲑⲣⲟⲛⲟⲥ ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲥⲙⲟⲩ ⲉⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲛⲉϥϩⲙϩⲁⲗ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲣϩⲟⲧⲉ ϩⲏⲧϥ ⲛⲕⲟⲩⲓ ⲙⲛⲛⲛⲟϭ
6 And I herde the voyce of moche people eve as the voyce of many waters and as the voyce of stronge thondrynges sayinge: Alleluya for god omnipotent raigneth.
ⲋ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲩⲥⲙⲏ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲛⲟϭ ⲙⲙⲏⲏϣⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲙⲡⲉϩⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲛϩⲉⲛⲙⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲛⲁϣⲱⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛⲧⲉⲥⲙⲏ ⲛϩⲉⲛⲛⲟϭ ⲛϩⲣⲟⲩⲃⲃⲁⲓ ⲉⲛⲁϣⲱⲟⲩ ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲁⲗⲗⲏⲗⲟⲩⲓⲁ ϫⲉ ⲁϥⲣⲣⲣⲟ ϣⲁⲉⲛⲉϩ ⲛⲉⲛⲉϩ ⲛϭⲓⲡϫ̅ⲥ̅ ⲡⲉⲛⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲡⲡⲁⲛⲧⲱⲕⲣⲁⲧⲱⲣ
7 Let vs be glad and reioyce and geve honour to him: for the mariage of the lambe is come and hys wyffe made her sylfe reddy.
ⲍ̅ⲙⲁⲣⲛⲣⲁϣⲉ ⲛⲧⲉⲛϯⲗⲏⲗ ⲛⲧⲉⲛϯⲉⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉ ⲁϥⲉⲓ ⲛϭⲓⲡⲅⲁⲙⲟⲥ ⲙⲡⲉϩⲓⲉⲓⲃ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲧⲉϥϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ⲁⲥⲥⲟⲃⲧⲉ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ
8 And to her was graunted that she shulde be arayed with pure and goodly raynes. For the raynes is the ryghtewesnes of saynctes.
ⲏ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲩϯ ⲛⲁⲥ ⲉⲧⲣⲉⲥϭⲟⲟⲗⲉⲥ ⲛⲟⲩϣⲛ̅ⲥ̅ ⲉϥⲟⲩⲟⲃϣ ⲉⲛⲁⲛⲟⲩϥ ⲉϥⲟⲩⲁⲁⲃ ⲡϣⲛ̅ⲥ̅ ⲅⲁⲣ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲇⲓⲕⲁⲓⲱⲙⲁ ⲛⲛⲉⲧⲟⲩⲁⲃ
9 And he sayde vnto me: happy are they which are called vnto the Labes supper. And he sayde vnto me: these are the true sayinges of God.
ⲑ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉϫⲁϥ ⲛⲁⲓ ϫⲉ ⲥϩⲁⲓ ϫⲉ ⲛⲁⲓⲁⲧⲟⲩ ⲛⲛⲉⲛⲧⲁⲩⲧⲁϩⲙⲟⲩ ⲉⲡⲇⲓⲡⲛⲟⲛ ⲛⲧϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ⲙⲡⲉϩⲓⲉⲓⲃ ⲡⲉϫⲁϥ ⲛⲁⲓ ϫⲉ ϩⲉⲛⲙⲉ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲉⲓϣⲁϫⲉ ⲛⲧⲁⲓϫⲟⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲁⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲛⲉ
10 And I fell at his fete to worshyppe him. And he sayde vnto me se thou do it not. For I am thy felowe seruaunt and one of thy brethern and of them that have the testimony of Iesus. Worshyppe God. For the testymony of Iesus ys the sprete of prophesy.
ⲓ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲓⲡⲁϩⲧ ⲙⲡⲙⲧⲟ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲛⲉϥⲟⲩⲣⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲉⲧⲣⲁⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ ⲛⲁϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉϫⲁϥ ⲛⲁⲓ ϫⲉ ⲙⲡⲣϭⲱϣⲧ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϫⲉ ⲁⲛⲅⲡⲉⲕϣⲃⲏⲣϩⲙϩⲁⲗ ⲙⲛⲛⲉⲕⲕⲉⲥⲛⲏⲩ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲉⲛⲉⲟⲩⲛⲧⲁⲩⲧⲙⲛⲧⲙⲛⲧⲣⲉ ⲛⲓ̅ⲥ̅ ⲡⲉⲭ̅ⲣ̅ⲥ̅ ⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲧⲙⲛⲧⲙⲛⲧⲣⲉ ⲅⲁⲣ ⲛⲓ̅ⲥ̅ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲉⲡ̅ⲛ̅ⲁ̅ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲣⲟⲫⲩⲧⲓⲁ
11 And I sawe heven open and beholde a whyte horsse: and he that sat apon him was faythfull and true and in ryghtewesnes dyd iudge and make battayle.
ⲓ̅ⲁ̅ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲧⲡⲉ ⲉⲥⲟⲩⲏⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉⲓⲥⲟⲩϩⲧⲟ ⲛⲟⲩⲟⲃϣ̅ ⲉⲩⲙⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲉⲡⲉⲧⲧⲁⲗⲉ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ϫⲉ ⲡⲡⲓⲥⲧⲟⲥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲙⲉ ⲉϥⲛⲁⲕⲣⲓⲛⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉϥⲙⲓϣⲉ ϩⲛⲟⲩⲇⲓⲕⲁⲓⲟⲥⲩⲛⲏ
12 His eyes were as a flame of fyre: and on his heed were many crounes: and he had a name written yt noman knewe but him sylfe.
ⲓ̅ⲃ̅ⲛⲉϥⲃⲁⲗ ⲇⲉ ⲉⲩⲟ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛⲟⲩϣⲁϩ ⲛⲕⲱϩⲧ ⲉⲩⲛⲟⲩⲙⲏⲏϣⲉ ⲛϭⲣⲏⲡⲉ ϩⲓϫⲛⲧⲉϥⲁⲡⲏ ⲉⲩⲛⲧⲁϥⲟⲩⲣⲁⲛ ⲉϥⲥⲏϩ ⲉⲙⲛⲗⲁⲁⲩ ⲥⲟⲟⲩⲛ ⲙⲙⲟϥ ⲉⲓⲙⲏⲧⲉⲓ ⲛⲧⲟϥ
13 And he was clothed with a vesture dipt in bloud and and hys name ys called the worde of God.
ⲓ̅ⲅ̅ⲉϥϭⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲛⲟⲩϩⲟⲓⲧⲉ ⲉϥϫⲏϭ ϩⲛⲟⲩⲥⲛⲟϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲩⲙⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲉⲡⲉϥⲣⲁⲛ ϫⲉ ⲡϣⲁϫⲉ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ
14 And the warriers which were in heven folowed him apon whyte horsses clothed with whyte and pure raynes:
ⲓ̅ⲇ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉϥⲥⲧⲣⲁⲧⲉⲩⲙⲁ ⲉⲧϩⲛⲧⲡⲉ ⲛⲉⲩⲟⲩⲏⲏϩ ⲛⲥⲱϥ ⲡⲉ ⲉⲩⲧⲁⲗⲏⲩ ⲉϩⲉⲛϩⲧⲟ ⲛⲟⲩⲟⲃϣ ⲉⲩϭⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲛϩⲉⲛϣⲛ̅ⲥ̅ ⲉⲩⲟⲩⲟⲃϣ̅ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉⲩⲧⲃⲃⲏⲩ
15 and out of his mouthe went out a sharppe swerde that with yt he shuld smyte the hethen. And he shall rule them with a rodde of yron and he trode the wynefatt of fearsnes and wrath of almyghty god.
ⲓ̅ⲉ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉⲩⲛⲟⲩⲥⲏϥⲉ ⲉⲥⲧⲏⲙ ⲛⲏⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲣⲱϥ ϫⲉⲕⲁⲥ ϩⲣⲁⲓ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲥ ⲉϥⲉⲡⲁⲧⲁⲥⲥⲉ ⲛⲉⲛϩⲉⲑⲛⲟⲥ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲟϥ ⲡⲉⲧⲛⲁⲙⲟⲟⲛⲉ ⲙⲙⲟⲟⲩ ϩⲛⲟⲩϭⲉⲣⲱⲃ ⲙⲡⲉⲛⲓⲡⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲟϥ ⲡⲉⲧⲛⲁϩⲱⲙ ⲛⲧⲉϩⲣⲱⲧ ⲙⲡⲏⲣⲡ ⲛⲧⲟⲣⲅⲏ ⲙⲡϭⲱⲛⲧ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲡⲡⲁⲛⲧⲱⲕⲣⲁⲧⲱⲣ
16 And hath on his vesture and on his thygh a name written: kynge of kynges and lorde of lordes.
ⲓ̅ⲋ̅ⲉⲩⲛⲟⲩⲣⲁⲛ ⲉϥⲥⲏϩ ⲉϫⲙⲡⲉϥϩⲟⲓⲧⲉ ⲙⲛⲡⲉϥⲙⲏⲣⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲡⲣⲣⲟ ⲛⲛⲉⲣⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲡⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡϫ̅ⲥ̅ ⲛⲉⲛϫⲓⲥⲟⲟⲩⲉ
17 And I sawe an angell stonde in the sunne and he cryed with a lowde voyce sayinge to all the fowles that flye by ye myddes of heve come and gaddre youre selves to gedder vnto the supper of the gret god
ⲓ̅ⲍ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ̅ ⲉϥⲁϩⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ϩⲓϫⲙⲡⲣⲏ̅ ⲉϥⲁϣⲕⲁⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲟⲩⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲥⲙⲏ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ⲉⲛϩⲁⲗⲁⲁⲧⲉ ⲉⲧϩⲏⲗ ⲛⲧⲙⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲧⲡⲉ ϫⲉ ⲁⲙⲏⲓⲧⲛ ⲥⲱⲟⲩϩ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲡⲇⲓⲡⲛⲟⲛ ⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ
18 that ye maye eate the flesshe of kynges and of hye captaynes and the flesshe of myghty men and the flesshe of horsses and of them that sytt on them and the flesshe of all free men and bond men and of small and gret.
ⲓ̅ⲏ̅ϫⲉ ⲉⲧⲉⲧⲛⲁⲟⲩⲱⲙ̅ ⲛⲉⲛⲥⲁⲣⲝ ⲛⲛⲉⲣⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲙⲛⲛⲭⲓⲗⲓⲁⲣⲭⲟⲥ ⲙⲛⲛϫⲱⲱⲣⲉ ⲙⲛⲛⲉϩⲧⲱⲱⲣ ⲙⲛⲛⲉⲧⲁⲗⲉ ⲉⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲛⲛϩⲙϩⲁⲗ ⲙⲛⲛⲣⲙϩⲉ ⲙⲛⲛⲕⲟⲩⲓ ⲙⲛⲛⲛⲟϭ
19 And I sawe the beste and the kynges of the erth and their warriers gaddred to gedder to make battayle agaynste him that satt on the horsse and agaynst his sowdiers.
ⲓ̅ⲑ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲡⲉⲑⲩⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲙⲛⲛⲉϥⲉⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲙⲛⲡⲉϥⲥⲧⲣⲁⲧⲉⲩⲙⲁ ⲉⲁⲩⲥⲱⲟⲩϩ ⲉⲉⲓⲣⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲡⲟⲗⲩⲙⲟⲥ ⲙⲛⲡⲉⲧⲧⲁⲗⲏⲩ ⲉⲡⲉϩⲧⲟ ⲛⲟⲩⲟⲃϣ̅ ⲙⲛⲡⲉϥⲥⲧⲣⲁⲧⲉⲩⲙⲁ
21 and ye remnaunte were slayne with ye swearde of him that sat apon the horsse which swearde proceded out of his mouthe and all the foules were fulfilled with their flesshe.
ⲕ̅ⲁ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲕⲉⲥⲉⲡⲏ ⲁⲩⲙⲟⲩ ϩⲛⲧⲥⲏϥⲉ ⲙⲡⲉⲧⲧⲁⲗⲉ ⲉⲡⲉϩⲧⲟ ⲧⲁⲓ ⲛⲧⲁⲥⲉⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲧⲉϥⲧⲁⲡⲣⲟ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛϩⲁⲗⲁⲁⲧⲉ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲥⲉⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲛⲉⲩⲥⲁⲣⲝ
