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.

¹ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⳿ⲉⲡⲓϩⲓⲏⲃ ⲉϥⲟϩⲓ ⳿ⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ⲡⲓⲧⲱⲟⲩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲥⲓⲱⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲣ̅ⲙ̅ⲇ̅ ⳿ⲛϣⲟ ⲉⲩⲭⲏ ⲛⲉⲙⲁϥ ⲉⲣⲉ ⲡⲉϥⲣⲁⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⳿ⲫⲣⲁⲛ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉϥⲓⲱⲧ ⲉϥ⳿ⲥϧⲏⲟⲩⲧ ϩⲓ ⲧⲟⲩⲧⲉϩⲛⲓ.

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:

²ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲉⲙ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩ⳿ⲥⲙⲏ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲧⲫⲉ ⳿ⲙ⳿ⲫⲣⲏϯ ⳿ⲛⲟⲩⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛϧⲁⲣⲁⲃⲁⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ϯ⳿ⲥⲙⲏ ⲉⲧⲁⲓⲥⲟⲑⲙⲉⲥ ⳿ⲙ⳿ⲫⲣⲏϯ ⳿ⲛϩⲁⲛⲣⲉϥⲉⲣⲟⲩⲱⲓⲛⲓ.

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.

³ⲉⲩϩⲱⲥ ϧⲉⲛ ⲟⲩϩⲱⲇⲏ ⳿ⲙⲃⲉⲣⲓ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲑⲟ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓ⳿ⲑⲣⲟⲛⲟⲥ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲑⲟ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓⲇ̅ ⳿ⲛⲍⲱⲟⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲛⲓ⳿ⲡⲣⲉⲥⲃⲩⲧⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉ ⳿ϩⲗⲓ ϫⲉⲙϫⲟⲙ ⳿ⲉ⳿ⲉⲙⲓ ⳿ⲉϯϩⲱⲇⲏ ⳿ⲉⲃⲏⲗ ⳿ⲉⲡⲓⲣ̅ⲙ̅ⲇ̅ ⳿ⲛϣⲟ ⲛⲏⲉⲧⲁⲩϣⲟⲡⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ.

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.

⁴ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲏⲉⲧⲉ ⳿ⲙⲡⲟⲩⲑⲱⲗⲉⲃ ⳿ⲛⲛⲟⲩ⳿ϩⲃⲱⲥ ⲛⲉⲙ ⳿ⲥϩⲓⲙⲓ ϩⲁⲛⲡⲁⲣⲑⲉⲛⲟⲥ ⲅⲁⲣ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲏⲉⲑⲙⲟϣⲓ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲓϩⲓⲏⲃ ⳿ⲉⲡⲓⲙⲁ ⲉⲧⲉϥⲛⲁϣⲉ ⲛⲁϥ ⳿ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲏⲉⲧⲁⲩϣⲟⲡⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲛⲓⲣⲱⲙⲓ ⳿ⲛⲁⲡⲁⲣⲭⲏ ⳿ⲙⲫϯ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲓϩⲓⲏⲃ.

⁵And in their mouth was found no guile: for they are without fault before the throne of God.

⁵ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⳿ⲙⲡⲟⲩϫⲉⲙ ⳿ϩⲗⲓ ⳿ⲙⲙⲉⲑⲛⲟⲩϫ ϧⲉⲛ ⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲥⲉⲧⲟⲩⲃⲏⲟⲩⲧ ⲅⲁⲣ.

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,

⁶ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⳿ⲉⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲉϥϩⲏⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲑⲙⲏϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ⲧⲫⲉ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲉⲩⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲓⲟⲛ ⳿ⲛⲉⲛⲉϩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲉϥϩⲓϣⲉⲛⲛⲟⲩϥⲓ ⳿ⲛⲛⲏⲉⲧϣⲟⲡ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲛⲉⲙ ⳿ϣⲗⲟⲗ ⲛⲓⲃⲉⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲫⲩⲗⲏ ⲛⲓⲃⲉⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲗⲁⲟⲥ ⲛⲓⲃⲉⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲗⲁⲥ ⲛⲓⲃⲉⲛ.

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.

⁷ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϧⲉⲛ ⲟⲩⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ϧⲣⲱⲟⲩ ϫⲉ ⲁⲣⲓϩⲟϯ ϧⲁ⳿ⲧϩⲏ ⳿ⲙⲫϯ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲙⲁⲱⲟⲩ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉ ⲁⲥ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ϯⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲉϥϩⲁⲡ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ ⳿ⲙⲫⲏⲉⲧⲁϥⲑⲁⲙⲓ⳿ⲉ ⳿ⲧⲫⲉ ⲛⲉⲙ ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲛⲉⲙ ⳿ⲫⲓⲟⲙ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲛⲓⲙⲱⲟⲩ.

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.

⁸ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⳿ⲙⲙⲁϩⲃ̅ ⲁϥⲙⲟϣⲓ ⳿ⲛⲥⲱϥ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲁⲥϩⲉⲓ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ⲃⲁⲃⲩⲗⲱⲛ ϯⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲡⲏⲣⲡ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲃⲟⲛ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲧⲉⲥⲡⲟⲣⲛⲓⲁ ⲁⲩϩⲉⲓ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ⲛⲓⲉⲑⲛⲟⲥ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ.

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,

⁹ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⳿ⲙⲙⲁϩⲅ̅ ⲁϥⲙⲟϣⲓ ⳿ⲛⲥⲱⲟⲩ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲫⲏⲉⲑⲛⲁⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓⲑⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲧⲉϥϩⲩⲕⲱⲛ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉϥⲧⲟⲃϥ ⳿ⲉⲧⲉϥⲧⲉϩⲛⲓ ⲓⲉ ⲧⲉϥϫⲓϫ.

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:

¹⁰⳿ⲛⲑⲟϥ ⲉⲑⲛⲁⲥⲱ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲡⲓⲏⲣⲡ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲃⲟⲛ ⳿ⲙⲫϯ ⲫⲏⲉⲧⲑⲏⲧ ⳿ⲛⲏⲣⲡ ⳿ⲛⲁⲕⲣⲁⲧⲟⲛ ϧⲉⲛ ⲡⲓ⳿ⲁⲫⲟⲧ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲉϥϫⲱⲛⲧ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉⲩ⳿ⲉⲉⲣⲃⲁⲥⲁⲛⲓⲍⲓⲛ ⳿ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ϧⲉⲛ ⲟⲩ ⳿ⲭⲣⲱⲙ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲟⲩⲑⲏⲛ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲑⲟ ⳿ⲛⲛⲓⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲑⲟ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓϩⲓⲏⲃ.

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.

¹¹ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲡⲓ⳿ⲭⲣⲉⲙⲧⲥ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲟⲩ⳿ⲧϩⲉⲙⲕⲟ ⲉϥ⳿ⲉϣⲉ ⳿ⲉ⳿ⲡϣⲱⲓ ϣⲁ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϫⲉ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲛ ⳿ⲙⲧⲟⲛ ⳿ⲙⲙⲁⲩ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓ⳿ⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲓⲉϫⲱⲣϩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲛⲏⲉⲑⲛⲁⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓⲑⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲧⲉϥϩⲩⲕⲱⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲫⲏⲉⲑⲛⲁϭⲓ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓϣⲱⲗϩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲉϥⲣⲁⲛ.

¹²Here is the patience of the saints: here are they that keep the commandments of God, and the faith of Jesus.

¹²ⲫⲏ ⲇⲉ ⲉⲑⲛⲁ⳿ⲁⲙⲟⲛⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲛⲓⲁⲅⲓⲟⲥ ⲛⲏⲉⲑⲛⲁ⳿ⲁⲣⲉϩ ⳿ⲉⲛⲓⲉⲛⲧⲟⲗⲏ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲫϯ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲓⲛⲁϩϯ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ Ⲓⲏ̅ⲥ̅ Ⲡⲭ̅ⲥ̅.

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.

¹³ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲉⲙ ⳿ⲉⲕⲉⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ϧⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲧⲫⲉ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲱⲟⲩ⳿ⲛⲓⲁⲧⲟⲩ ⳿ⲛⲛⲓⲣⲉϥⲙⲱⲟⲩⲧ ϧⲉⲛ Ⲡ⳪ ⲁⲩϣⲁⲛⲧⲱⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲓⲥϫⲉⲛ ϯⲛⲟⲩ ⳿ϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ⲡⲓⲡ͞ⲛⲁ̅ ϩⲓⲛⲁ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲩ⳿ⲙⲧⲟⲛ ⳿ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⲓⲥϫⲉⲛ ϯⲛⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲛⲟⲩϧⲓⲥⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲛⲟⲩ⳿ϩⲃⲏⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ ⲉⲩ⳿ⲉⲙⲟϣⲓ ⳿ⲛⲥⲱⲟⲩ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉϥϭⲓⲙⲱⲓⲧ ϧⲁϫⲱⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉ⳿ϧⲣⲏⲓ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲙⲟⲩⲙⲓ ⳿ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⳿ⲛⲱⲛϧ.

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.

¹⁴ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩϭⲏⲡⲓ ⲉⲥⲟⲩⲱⲃϣ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⳿ⲙ⳿ⲡϣⲱⲓ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ϯϭⲏⲡⲓ ⲉϥϩⲉⲙⲥⲓ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ⲟⲩⲁⲓ ⲉϥⲟⲛⲓ ⳿ⲛⲟⲩϣⲏⲣⲓ ⳿ⲛⲣⲱⲙⲓ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩ⳿ⲭⲗⲟⲙ ⳿ⲛⲛⲟⲩⲃ ϩⲓϫⲱϥ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲥⲏϥⲓ ⲉⲥϩⲓⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ ϧⲉⲛ ⲧⲉϥϫⲓϫ.

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.

¹⁵ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲁϥ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲡⲓⲉⲣⲫⲉⲓ ⲉϥⲱϣ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲟⲩⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ϧⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ⳿ⲙⲫⲏⲉⲧϩⲉⲙⲥⲓ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ϯϭⲏⲡⲓ ϫⲉ ⲟⲩⲱⲣⲡ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉⲕⲱⲥϧ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲱⲥϧ ϫⲉ ⲁⲥ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ϯⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⳿ⲡⲱⲥϧ ⳿ⲙ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ.

¹⁶And he that sat on the cloud thrust in his sickle on the earth; and the earth was reaped.

¹⁶ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲫⲏⲉⲧϩⲉⲙⲥⲓ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ϯϭⲏⲡⲓ ⲁϥⲟⲩⲱⲣⲡ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉϥⲱⲥϧ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ⲡⲓⲕⲁϩⲓ.

¹⁷And another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, he also having a sharp sickle.

¹⁷ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⳿ⲉⲁϥ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲧⲫⲉ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲥⲏϥⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲉⲥϩⲓⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ.

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.

¹⁸ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲁϥ⳿ⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲡⲓⲙⲁ⳿ⲛⲉⲣϣⲱⲟⲩϣⲓ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲉⲣϣⲓϣⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲟⲩ⳿ⲭⲣⲱⲙ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥⲙⲟⲩϯ ϧⲉⲛ ⲟⲩⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ϧⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉⲫⲏⲉⲧⲉ ϯⲥⲏϥⲓ ⲉⲧϩⲓⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲟⲩⲱⲣⲡ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉⲕⲥⲏϥⲓ ⲉⲧϩⲓⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ϭⲉⲗ ⲡⲓ⳿ⲥⲙⲁϩ ⳿ⲛⲁⲗⲟⲗⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ.

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.

¹⁹ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁ ⲡⲓⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ϩⲓⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉϥⲥⲏ ϥⲓ ⳿ⲉ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥϭⲉⲗ ⲡⲓ⳿ⲁⲗⲟⲗⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥϩⲓⲧϥ ⳿ⲉ⳿ϧⲣⲏⲓ ⳿ⲉϯⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ϩⲣⲱⲧ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⳿ⲡⲉⲙⲃⲟⲛ ⳿ⲙⲫϯ.

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.

²⁰ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥϩⲱⲙⲓ ⳿ⲛϯ⳿ϩⲣⲱⲧ ⲥⲁⲃⲟⲗ ⳿ⲛϯⲃⲁⲕⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ⲟⲩ⳿ⲥⲛⲟϥ ϧⲉⲛ ϯ⳿ϩⲣⲱⲧ ϣⲁ ⲛⲓⲭⲁⲗⲓⲛⲟⲩⲥ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲛⲓ⳿ϩⲑⲱⲣ ⳿ⲛⲟⲩϣⲟ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲭ̅ ⳿ⲛ⳿ⲥⲧⲁⲇⲓⲟⲛ