1 ⲉⲡϫⲱⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲉⲩⲕⲁϯ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲉⲛϣⲏⲣⲓ ⲛⲕⲟⲣⲉ

2 ⲙⲫⲣⲏϯ ⲛⲟⲩⲉⲓⲟⲩⲗ ⲉϥϭⲓϣϣⲱⲟⲩ ⲉϣⲱⲡⲓ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛϩⲁⲛⲙⲟⲩⲙⲓ ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⲡⲁⲓⲣⲏϯ ⲥϭⲓϣϣⲱⲟⲩ ⲛϫⲉⲧⲁ\'ⲩⲭⲏ ⲉⲓ ϣⲁⲣⲟⲕ ⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲁⲥⲓⲃⲓ ⲛϫⲉⲧⲁ\'ⲩⲭⲏ ⲉϩⲣⲏⲓ ϩⲁⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲉⲧⲟⲛϧ .

As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.

3 ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲓ ϫⲉⲛⲧⲛⲁⲩ ⲛⲧⲁⲟⲩⲟⲛϩⲧ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲁϩⲣⲉⲛ ⲡϩⲟ ⲙⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ .

My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

4 ⲁⲩϣⲱⲡⲓ ⲛⲏⲓ ⲛϫⲉⲛⲁⲉⲣⲙⲱⲟⲩⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲱⲓⲕ ⲙⲡⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲉⲙⲡⲓⲉϫⲱⲣϩ: ϧⲉⲛⲡϫⲓⲛⲑⲣⲟⲩϫⲟⲥ ⲛⲏⲓ ⲙⲙⲏⲓⲛⲓ ϫⲉⲁϥⲑⲱⲛ ⲡⲉⲕⲛⲟⲩϯ .

My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?

5 ⲛⲁⲓ ⲁⲓⲉⲣⲡⲟⲩⲙⲉⲩⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓϫⲱϣ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲧⲁ\'ⲩⲭⲏ ⲉϩⲣⲏⲓ ⲉϫⲱⲓ: ϫⲉϯⲛⲁⲥⲓⲛⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲙⲁ ⲛⲥⲕⲏⲛⲏ ⲛϣⲫⲏⲣⲓ ϣⲁⲡⲏⲓ ⲙⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲥⲙⲏ ⲛⲑⲉⲗⲏⲗ ⲛⲉⲙⲟⲩⲱⲛϩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲧⲉⲟⲩⲥⲙⲏ ⲛⲧⲉⲫⲏⲉⲧⲉⲣϣⲁⲓ .

I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.

6 ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲟⲩ ⲧⲁ\'ⲩⲭⲏ ⲧⲉⲙⲟⲕϩ ⲛϩⲏⲧ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲟⲩ ⲧⲉϣⲑⲟⲣⲧⲉⲣ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ .

Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.

7 ⲁⲣⲓϩⲉⲗⲡⲓⲥ ⲉⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ϫⲉϯⲛⲁⲟⲩⲱⲛϩ ⲛⲁϥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ: ⲡⲟⲩϫⲁⲓ ⲙⲡⲁϩⲟ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲁⲛⲟⲩϯ .

O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.

8 ⲁ ⲧⲁ\'ⲩⲭⲏ ϣⲑⲟⲣⲧⲉⲣ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ ⲙⲙⲓⲛⲙⲙⲟⲓ: ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲫⲁⲓ ϯⲛⲁⲉⲣⲡⲉⲕⲙⲉⲩⲓ ⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲓⲓⲟⲣⲇⲁⲛⲏⲥ ⲛⲉⲙⲉⲣⲙⲱⲛⲓⲙ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲓⲕⲟⲩϫⲓ ⲛⲧⲱⲟⲩ .

Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.

9 ⲫⲛⲟⲩⲛ ⲁϥⲙⲟⲩϯ ⲟⲩⲃⲉ ⲫⲛⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲩⲥⲙⲏ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲉⲕⲕⲁⲧⲁⲣⲁⲕⲧⲏⲥ: ⲛⲉⲕⲣⲱⲟⲩϣ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲛⲉⲙⲛⲉⲕϫⲟⲗ ⲁⲩⲓ ⲉϩⲣⲏⲓ ⲉϫⲱⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲉϥⲉϩⲟⲛϩⲉⲛ ⲙⲡⲉϥⲛⲁⲓ ⲛϫⲉⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ: ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉϥⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛϩϥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲓⲉϫⲱⲣϩ

By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life.

10 ⲉⲥⲛϧⲏⲧ ⲛϫⲉⲟⲩⲡⲣⲟⲥⲉⲩⲭⲏ ⲙⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲁⲱⲛϧ .

I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?

11 ϯⲛⲁϫⲟⲥ ⲙⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ϫⲉⲛⲑⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲁⲛⲁϣϯ . ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲟⲩ ⲁⲕⲉⲣⲡⲁⲱⲃϣ: ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲟⲩ ⲁⲕⲭⲁⲧ ⲛⲥⲱⲕ ⲓⲉ ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲟⲩ ϯⲛⲁⲙⲟϣⲓ ⲉⲓⲱⲕⲉⲙ ϧⲉⲛⲡϫⲓⲛⲧⲉϥϩⲉϫϩⲱϫⲧ ⲛϫⲉⲛⲁϫⲁϫⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲡϫⲓⲛⲑⲣⲟⲩⲟⲩⲟϫⲟⲩⲉϫ ⲛⲛⲁⲕⲁⲥ .

While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?

12 ⲁⲩϯϣⲱϣ ⲛⲏⲓ ⲛϫⲉⲛⲏⲉⲧϩⲟϫϩⲉϫ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲡϫⲓⲛⲑⲣⲟⲩϫⲟⲥ ⲛⲏⲓ ⲙⲙⲏⲓⲛⲓ ϫⲉⲁϥⲑⲱⲛ ⲡⲉⲕⲛⲟⲩϯ .

Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.

13 ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲟⲩ ⲧⲁ\'ⲩⲭⲏ ⲧⲉⲙⲟⲕϩ ⲛϩⲏⲧ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲟⲩ ⲧⲉϣⲑⲟⲣⲧⲉⲣ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ⲁⲣⲓϩⲉⲗⲡⲓⲥ ⲉⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ϫⲉϯⲛⲁⲟⲩⲱⲛϩ ⲛⲁϥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ . ⲡⲟⲩϫⲁⲓ ⲙⲡⲁϩⲟ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲁⲛⲟⲩϯ .