1 ϯϩⲱⲇⲏ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲓϣⲏⲣⲓ ⲛⲕⲟⲣⲉ ⲉⲡϫⲱⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲙⲁⲗⲉⲑ ⲉⲡϫⲓⲛⲉⲣⲟⲩⲱ ⲉⲩⲕⲁϯ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲉⲙⲙⲁⲛ ⲡⲓⲓⲥⲣⲁⲏⲗⲓⲧⲏⲥ
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2 ⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲁⲟⲩϫⲁⲓ ⲁⲓⲱϣ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲙⲡⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲉⲙⲡⲓⲉϫⲱⲣϩ ⲙⲡⲉⲕⲙⲑⲟ
O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried by day and in the night before thee.
3 ⲙⲁⲣⲉⲥⲓ ⲉϧⲟⲩⲛ ⲙⲡⲉⲕⲙⲑⲟ ⲛϫⲉⲧⲁⲡⲣⲟⲥⲉⲩⲭⲏ ⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ⲣⲉⲕ ⲡⲉⲕⲙⲁϣϫ ⲉⲡⲁϯϩⲟ ϫⲉⲁⲥⲙⲟϩ ⲙⲡⲉⲧϩⲱⲟⲩ ⲛϫⲉⲧⲁⲩⲭⲏ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲡⲁⲱⲛϧ ⲁϥϧⲱⲛⲧ ⲉⲁⲙⲉⲛϯ
Let my prayer come in before thee; incline thine ear to my supplication, O Lord.
4 ⲁⲩⲟⲡⲧ ⲛⲉⲙⲛⲏ ⲉⲑⲛⲁ ⲉϧⲣⲏⲓ ⲉⲫⲗⲁⲕⲕⲟⲥ ⲁⲓⲉⲣ ⲙⲫⲣⲏϯ ⲛⲟⲩⲣⲱⲙⲓ ⲛⲁⲧⲉⲣⲃⲟⲏⲑⲓⲛ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲉⲓⲟⲓ ⲛⲣⲉⲙϩⲉ ϧⲉⲛⲛⲓⲣⲉϥⲙⲱⲟⲩⲧ ⲙⲫⲣⲏϯ ⲛϩⲁⲛϧⲱⲧⲉⲃ ⲉⲩⲣⲟϫⲡ ⲉⲩⲉⲛⲕⲟⲧ ϧⲉⲛⲛⲓⲙϩⲁⲩ ⲛⲏ ⲉⲧⲉⲙⲡⲉⲕⲉⲣⲡⲟⲩⲙⲉⲩⲓ ϫⲉⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲑⲱⲟⲩ ⲁⲩϩⲓⲧⲟⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲛⲉⲕϫⲓϫ
For my soul is filled with troubles, and my life has drawn nigh to Hades.
5 ⲁⲩⲭⲁⲧ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲗⲁⲕⲕⲟⲥ ⲉϥⲥⲁⲡⲉⲥⲏⲧ ϧⲉⲛϩⲁⲛⲙⲁⲛⲭⲁⲕⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲧϧⲏⲓⲃⲓ ⲙⲫⲙⲟⲩ ⲁϥⲧⲁϫⲣⲟ ⲉϩⲣⲏⲓ ⲉϫⲱⲓ ⲛϫⲉⲡⲉⲕⲙⲃⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲉⲕⲣⲱⲟⲩϣ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲁⲕⲉⲛⲟⲩ ⲉϩⲣⲏⲓ ⲉϫⲱⲓ
I have been reckoned with them that go down to the pit; I became as a man without help;
6 ⲛⲏ ⲉⲧⲥⲱⲟⲩⲛ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ⲁⲕⲑⲣⲟⲩⲟⲩⲉⲓ ⲥⲁⲃⲟⲗ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ⲁⲩⲭⲁⲧ ⲛⲱⲣⲉⲃ ⲛⲱⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲧⲏⲓⲧ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲁⲓⲛⲏⲟⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲁⲛ ⲡⲉ
free among the dead, as the slain ones cast out, who sleep in the tomb; whom thou rememberest no more; and they are rejected from thy hand.
7 ⲁⲩϣⲱⲛⲓ ⲛϫⲉⲛⲁⲃⲁⲗ ϩⲓⲧⲉⲛϯⲙⲉⲧϩⲏⲕⲓ ⲁⲓⲱϣ ⲉⲡⲱϣⲓ ϩⲁⲣⲟⲕ ⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ⲙⲡⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲧⲏⲣϥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲫⲱⲣϣ ⲛⲛⲁϫⲓϫ ⲉⲡⲱϣⲓ ϩⲁⲣⲟⲕ ⲙⲏ ⲭⲛⲁⲓⲣⲓ ⲛⲛⲉⲕϣⲫⲏⲣⲓ ⲛⲛⲓⲣⲉϥⲙⲱⲟⲩⲧ ⲓⲉ ϩⲁⲛⲥⲏⲓⲛⲓ ⲉⲑⲛⲁⲧⲱⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲛⲥⲉⲟⲩⲱⲛϩ ⲛⲁⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ
They laid me in the lowest pit, in dark places, and in the shadow of death.
8 ⲙⲏ ⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲁⲓ ⲛⲁⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲙⲡⲉⲕⲛⲁⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲉⲙϩⲁⲩ ⲛⲉⲙⲧⲉⲕⲙⲉⲑⲙⲏⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲧⲁⲕⲟ
Thy wrath has pressed heavily upon me, and thou hast brought upon me all thy billows. Pause.
9 ⲙⲏ ⲥⲉⲛⲁⲥⲟⲩⲉⲛ ⲛⲉⲕϣⲫⲏⲣⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲭⲁⲕⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲧⲉⲕⲙⲉⲑⲙⲏⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲉⲁⲩⲉⲣⲡⲉϥⲱⲃϣ
Thou hast removed my acquaintance far from me; they have made me an abomination to themselves; I have been delivered up, and have not gone forth.
10 ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲇⲉ ⲁⲓⲱϣ ⲉⲡⲱϣⲓ ϩⲁⲣⲟⲕ ⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲧⲁⲡⲣⲟⲥⲉⲩⲭⲏ ⲉⲥⲉⲉⲣϣⲟⲣⲡ ⲙⲫⲟϩ ϣⲁⲣⲟⲕ ⲛϩⲁⲛⲁⲧⲟⲟⲩⲓ
Mine eyes are dimmed from poverty; but I cried to thee, O Lord, all the day; I spread forth my hands to thee.
11 ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲟⲩ ⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ⲭⲛⲁϩⲓⲟⲩⲓ ⲛⲧⲁⲡⲣⲟⲥⲉⲩⲭⲏ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲁⲕⲫⲱⲛϩ ⲙⲡⲉⲕϩⲟ ⲥⲁⲃⲟⲗ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ϫⲉⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲟⲩϩⲏⲕⲓ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ϯϧⲉⲛ ϩⲁⲛϧⲓⲥⲓ ⲓⲥϫⲉⲛ ⲧⲁⲙⲉⲧⲁⲗⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲁⲓϭⲓⲥⲓ ⲇⲉ ⲁⲓⲑⲉⲃⲓⲟⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲧⲱⲙⲧ
Wilt thou work wonders for the dead? or shall physicians raise them up, that they shall praise thee?
12 ⲁⲩⲓ ⲉϩⲣⲏⲓ ⲉϫⲱⲓ ⲛϫⲉⲛⲉⲕϫⲱⲛⲧ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲉⲕϩⲟϯ ⲡⲉⲧⲁⲩϣⲧⲉⲣⲑⲱⲣⲧ
Shall any one declare thy mercy in the tomb? and thy truth in destruction?
13 ⲁⲩⲕⲱϯ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ ⲙⲫⲣⲏϯ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲁⲙⲟⲛⲓ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ⲙⲡⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲧⲏⲣϥ ⲉⲩⲥⲟⲡ
Shall thy wonders be known in darkness? and thy righteousness in a forgotten land?
14 ⲁⲕⲑⲣⲉ ⲟⲩϣⲫⲏⲣ ⲟⲩⲉⲓ ⲥⲁⲃⲟⲗ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲏ ⲉⲧⲥⲱⲟⲩⲛ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲁⲟⲩⲧⲁⲗⲉⲡⲱⲣⲓⲁ
But I cried to thee, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.