Revelation 5

1 And I sawe in the right honde of him that sat in ye trone a boke written with in and on the backside sealyd with vii. seales.

ⲁ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲩϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ϩⲛⲧⲟⲩⲛⲁⲙ ⲙⲡⲉⲧϩⲙⲟⲟⲥ ϩⲓⲡⲉⲑⲣⲟⲛⲟⲥ ⲉϥⲥⲏϩ ϩⲓⲑⲏ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲓⲡⲁϩⲟⲩ ⲉϥⲧⲟⲃⲉ ⲛⲥⲁϣϥⲉ ⲛⲥⲫⲣⲁⲅⲓⲥ

2 And I sawe a stronge angell which cryed with a loude voyce: Who is worthy to open the boke and to loose the seales therof.

ⲃ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲩⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲉϥϭⲙϭⲟⲙ ⲉϥⲕⲩⲣⲓⲥⲝⲉ ⲛϯⲟⲩ ⲛⲥⲟⲡ ϩⲛⲟⲩⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲥⲙⲏ ϫⲉ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲡⲉⲧⲙⲡϣⲁ ⲛⲟⲩⲱⲛ ⲙⲡϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉⲃⲱⲗ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲛⲉϥⲥⲫⲣⲁⲅⲓⲥ

3 And no man in heven ner in erth nether vnder the erth was able to open the boke nether to loke thereon.

ⲅ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲙⲡⲉⲗⲁⲁⲩ ⲉϣϭⲙϭⲟⲙ ⲟⲩⲇⲉ ϩⲛⲧⲡⲉ ⲟⲩⲇⲉ ϩⲓϫⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲟⲩⲇⲉ ϩⲁⲡⲉⲥⲏⲧ ⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲉⲟⲩⲱⲛ ⲙⲡϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲏ ⲉⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲣⲟϥ

4 And I wepte moche because no man was founde worthy to open and to rede the boke nether to loke thereon.

ⲇ̅ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲇⲉ ⲁⲓⲣⲓⲙⲉ ⲉⲙⲁⲧⲉ ϫⲉ ⲙⲡⲟⲩϩⲉ ⲉⲗⲁⲁⲩ ⲉϥⲙⲡϣⲁ ⲛⲟⲩⲱⲛ ⲙⲡϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲏ ⲉⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲣⲟϥ

5 And one of the elders sayde unto me: wepe not: Beholde a lion beinge of the tribe of Iuda the rote of Dauid hath obtayned to open the boke and to lose the vii. seales therof.

ⲉ̅ⲡⲉϫⲉⲟⲩⲁ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲛⲉⲡⲣⲉⲥⲃⲩⲧⲉⲣⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲙⲡⲣⲣⲓⲙⲉ ⲉⲓⲥϩⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲁϥϫⲣⲟ ⲛϭⲓⲡⲙⲟⲩⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲧⲉⲫⲩⲗⲗⲏ ⲛⲓⲟⲩⲇⲁ ⲧⲛⲟⲩⲛⲉ ⲛⲇⲁⲩⲉⲓⲇ ⲉⲧⲣⲉϥⲟⲩⲱⲛ ⲙⲡϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲙⲛⲧⲉϥⲥⲁϣϥⲉ ⲛⲥⲫⲣⲁⲅⲓⲥ

6 And I behelde and loo in the myddes of the seate and of the. iiii. bestes and in the myddes of the elders stode a lambe as though he had bene kylled which had vii. hornes and vii. eyes which are the spretes of God sent into all the worlde.

ⲋ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⲛⲧⲙⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲙⲡⲉⲑⲣⲟⲛⲟⲥ ⲙⲛⲡⲉϥⲧⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲍⲱⲟⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲙⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲛⲉⲡⲣⲉⲥⲃⲉⲧⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲉⲩϩⲓⲉⲓⲃ ⲉϥⲁϩⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ⲉⲁⲩⲕⲟⲛⲥϥ̅ ⲉⲟⲩⲛⲧϥ̅ⲥⲁϣϥ ⲛⲧⲁⲡ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲥⲁϣϥ ⲛⲃⲁⲗ ⲉⲧⲉⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲉ ⲡⲥⲁϣϥ ⲙⲡ̅ⲛ̅ⲁ̅ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲉⲧⲟⲩϫⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲙⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲉϫⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲧⲏⲣϥ

7 And he cam and toke the boke oute of the right honde of him that sate apon the seate.

ⲍ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁϥⲉⲓ ⲁϥϫⲓ ⲙⲡϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲧⲟⲩⲛⲁⲙ ⲙⲡⲉⲧϩⲙⲟⲟⲥ ϩⲓⲡⲉⲑⲣⲟⲛⲟⲥ

8 And when he had take the boke the. iiii. bestes and xxiiii. elders fell doune before the labe havynge harpes and golden vialles full of odoures which are the prayers of saynctes

ⲏ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲣⲉϥϫⲓⲧϥ ⲁⲩⲡⲁϩⲧⲟⲩ ⲛϭⲓⲡⲉϥⲧⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲍⲱⲟⲛ ⲙⲛⲡϫⲟⲩⲧⲁϥⲧⲉ ⲙⲡⲣⲉⲥⲃⲩⲧⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲙⲡⲙⲧⲟ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲙⲡⲉϩⲓⲉⲓⲃ ⲉⲟⲩⲛⲕⲓⲑⲁⲣⲁ ⲛⲧⲙⲡⲟⲩⲁ ⲡⲟⲩⲁ ⲙⲛϩⲉⲛⲫⲓⲁⲗⲏ ⲛⲛⲟⲩⲃ ⲉⲩⲙⲉϩ ⲛϣⲟⲩϩⲏⲛⲉ ⲉⲧⲉⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲉϣⲗⲏⲗ ⲛⲛⲉⲧⲟⲩⲁⲃ

9 and they songe a newe songe saynge: thou art worthy to take ye boke and to ope ye seales therof: for thou waste kylled and haste redemed vs by thy bloud out of all kynreddes and tonges and people and nacions

ⲑ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲩϫⲱ ⲛⲟⲩϫⲱ ⲛⲃⲣⲣⲉ ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲕⲙⲡϣⲁ ⲛϫⲓ ⲙⲡϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉⲟⲩⲱⲛ ⲛⲛⲉϥⲥⲫⲣⲁⲅⲓⲥ ϫⲉ ⲁⲩⲕⲟⲛⲥⲕ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲕϣⲟⲡⲛⲡⲉⲛⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ϩⲣⲁⲓ ϩⲙⲡⲉⲕⲥⲛⲟϥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲙⲫⲩⲗⲏ ⲛⲓⲙ ϩⲓⲁⲥⲡⲉ ϩⲓⲗⲁⲟⲥ ϩⲓϩⲉⲑⲛⲟⲥ

10 and haste made vs vnto oure god kynges and prestes and we shall raygne on the erth.

ⲓ̅ⲁⲕⲉⲓⲣⲉ ⲙⲙⲟⲛ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲛⲧⲉⲣⲟ ⲙⲡⲉⲛⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲟⲩⲏⲏⲃ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲥⲉⲛⲁⲣⲣⲣⲟ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ⲉϫⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ

11 And I behelde and I herd the voyce of many angylles aboute the trone and about the bestes and the elders and I herde thousand thousandes

ⲓ̅ⲁ̅ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲩⲥⲙⲏ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛϩⲉⲛⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲉⲛⲁϣⲱⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲕⲱⲧⲉ ⲙⲡⲉⲑⲣⲟⲛⲟⲥ ⲙⲛⲛⲉⲡⲣⲉⲥⲃⲩⲧⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲙⲛⲛⲍⲱⲟⲛ ⲉⲣⲉⲧⲉⲩⲏⲡⲉ ⲉⲓⲣⲉ ⲛϩⲉⲛⲧⲃⲁ ⲛⲧⲃⲁ ⲙⲛϩⲉⲛϣⲟ ⲛϣⲟ

12 saynge wt a lowde voyce: Worthy is the lambe that was killed to receave power and riches and wisdom and strenghte and honoure and glory and blyssynge.

ⲓ̅ⲃ̅ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϩⲛⲟⲩⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲥⲙⲏ ϫⲉ ϥⲙⲡϣⲁ ⲛϭⲓⲡⲉϩⲓⲉⲓⲃ ⲛⲧⲁⲩⲕⲟⲛⲥϥ ⲉⲧⲣⲉϥϫⲓ ⲛⲧⲙⲛⲧϭⲟⲙ ⲙⲛⲧⲙⲛⲧⲣⲙⲙⲁⲟ ⲙⲛⲧⲥⲟⲫⲓⲁ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲁⲙⲁϩⲧⲉ ⲙⲛⲡⲧⲁⲓⲟ ⲙⲛⲡⲉⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲛⲡⲉⲥⲙⲟⲩ

13 And all creatures which are in heven and on the erth and vnder the erth and in the see and all that are in them herd I sayinge: blyssinge honour glory and power be vnto hym that sytteth apon the seate and vnto the lambe for ever more. (aiōn g165)

ⲓ̅ⲅ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲥⲱⲛⲧ ⲛⲓⲙ ϩⲛⲧⲡⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲓϫⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲁⲡⲉⲥⲏⲧ ⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲑⲁⲗⲗⲁⲥⲥⲁ ⲙⲛⲛⲉⲧⲛϩⲏⲧⲟⲩ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲡⲉⲥⲙⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲉⲧϩⲙⲟⲟⲥ ϩⲓⲡⲉⲑⲣⲟⲛⲟⲥ ⲙⲛⲡⲉϩⲓⲉⲓⲃ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲧⲁⲓⲟ ⲙⲛⲡⲉⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲛⲡⲁⲙⲁϩⲧⲉ ϣⲁⲛⲓⲉⲛⲉϩ ⲛⲉⲛⲉϩ (aiōn g165)

14 And the. iiii. bestes sayd: Ame. And the. xxiiii. elders fell apon their faces and worshypped him that lyveth for ever more.

ⲓ̅ⲇ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉϥⲧⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲍⲱⲟⲛ ⲛⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ϩⲁⲙⲏⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉⲡⲣⲉⲥⲃⲉⲧⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲁⲩⲡⲁϩⲧⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ