1 ⲫⲁ ⲇⲁⲩⲓⲇ ⲛⲧⲉⲓⲉⲣⲉⲙⲓⲁⲥ
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2 ϩⲓϫⲉⲛⲛⲓⲓⲁⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲉⲃⲁⲃⲩⲗⲱⲛ ⲁⲛϩⲉⲙⲥⲓ ⲙⲙⲁⲩ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲛⲣⲓⲙⲓ ⲉⲡϫⲓⲛⲧⲉⲛⲉⲣⲫⲙⲉⲩⲓ ⲛⲥⲓⲱⲛ
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat; and wept when we remembered Sion.
3 ϩⲓϫⲉⲛⲛⲓⲃⲱ ⲛⲑⲱⲣⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲧⲉⲥⲙⲏϯ ⲁⲛⲓϣⲓ ⲛⲛⲉⲛⲟⲣⲅⲁⲛⲟⲛ
We hung our harps on the willows in the midst of it.
4 ϫⲉⲁⲩϣⲉⲛⲧⲉⲛ ⲙⲙⲁⲩ ⲛϫⲉⲛⲏ ⲉⲧⲁⲩⲉⲣⲉⲭⲙⲁⲗⲱⲧⲉⲩⲓⲛ ⲙⲙⲟⲛ ⲉϩⲁⲛⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲛϩⲱⲇⲏ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲏ ⲉⲧⲁⲩⲟⲗⲉⲛ ⲙⲙⲁⲩ ϫⲉϩⲱⲥ ⲉⲣⲟⲛ ⲛⲟⲩⲥⲙⲟⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲛⲓϩⲱⲇⲏ ⲛⲧⲉⲥⲓⲱⲛ
For there they that had taken us captive asked of us the words of a song; and they that had carried us away asked a hymn, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Sion.
5 ⲡⲱⲥ ⲧⲉⲛⲛⲁϩⲱⲥ ⲛϯϩⲱⲇⲏ ⲛⲧⲉⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛⲟⲩⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲛϣⲉⲙⲙⲟ ⲉϣⲱⲡ ⲁⲓϣⲁⲛⲉⲣⲡⲱⲃϣ ⲓⲉⲣⲟⲩⲥⲁⲗⲏⲙ ⲉⲓⲉⲉⲣⲡⲱⲃϣ ⲛⲧⲁⲟⲩⲓⲛⲁⲙ ⲡⲁⲗⲁⲥ ⲉϥⲉϫⲱⲗϫ ⲉⲧⲁϣⲃⲱⲃⲓ ⲉϣⲱⲡ ⲁⲓϣⲧⲉⲙⲉⲣⲡⲉⲙⲉⲩⲓ
How should we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?
6 ⲁⲓϣⲧⲉⲙⲉⲣϣⲟⲣⲡ ⲛⲑⲱϣ ⲛⲓⲉⲣⲟⲩⲥⲁⲗⲏⲙ ϧⲉⲛⲧⲁⲣⲭⲏ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲁⲟⲩⲛⲟϥ
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.
7 ⲁⲣⲓⲫⲙⲉⲩⲓ ⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ⲛⲛⲓϣⲏⲣⲓ ⲛⲧⲉⲉⲇⲱⲙ ⲙⲡⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲉⲓⲉⲣⲟⲩⲥⲁⲗⲏⲙ ⲛⲏ ⲉⲧϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉⲫⲱⲛ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲫⲱⲛ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲱⲥ ϯⲥⲉⲛϯ ⲛϧⲏⲧⲥ
May my tongue cleave to my throat, if I do not remember thee; if I do not prefer Jerusalem as the chief of my joy.
8 ⲧϣⲉⲣⲓ ⲙⲃⲁⲃⲩⲗⲱⲛ ϯⲧⲁⲗⲉⲡⲱⲣⲟⲥ ⲟⲱⲩⲛⲓⲁⲧϥ ⲙⲫⲏ ⲉⲑⲛⲁϯϣⲉⲃⲓⲱ ⲛⲉ ⲙⲡⲉϯϣⲉⲃⲓⲱ ⲉⲧⲁⲣⲉⲧⲏⲓϥ ⲛⲁⲛ
Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to its foundations.
9 ⲟⲱⲩⲛⲓⲁⲧϥ ⲙⲫⲏ ⲉⲑⲛⲁⲁⲙⲟⲛⲓ ⲛⲛⲉⲕⲟⲩϫⲓ ⲛⲁⲗⲱⲟⲩⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲧⲉϥⲑⲟⲙⲥⲟⲩ ϧⲁⲧⲉⲛϯⲡⲉⲧⲣⲁ
Wretched daughter of Babylon! blessed shall he be who shall reward thee as thou hast rewarded us.