1 ⲛⲧⲉⲇⲁⲩⲓⲇ ⲟⲩⲃⲉ ⲅⲟⲗⲓⲁⲑ
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2 ϥⲥⲙⲁⲣⲱⲟⲩⲧ ⲛϫⲉⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ⲡⲁⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲫⲏ ⲉⲧϯⲥⲃⲱ ⲛⲛⲁϭⲛⲁⲩϩ ⲉⲟⲩⲑⲱϣ ⲛⲧⲉⲟⲩⲃⲱⲧⲥ ⲛⲉⲙⲛⲁⲧⲏⲃ ⲉⲡⲓⲡⲟⲗⲉⲙⲟⲥ ⲡⲁⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲡⲁⲙⲫⲱⲧ ⲡⲁⲛⲁϣϯ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲡⲁⲣⲉϥⲧⲟⲩϫⲟⲓ
Blessed be the Lord my God, who instructs my hands for battle, and my fingers for war.
3 ⲡⲁⲣⲉϥϯ ⲉϩⲣⲏⲓ ⲉϫⲱⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲉⲣϩⲉⲗⲡⲓⲥ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲫⲏ ⲉⲧⲑⲣⲟ ⲙⲡⲁⲗⲁⲟⲥ ϭⲛⲉϫⲱϥ ⲛⲏⲓ
My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues my people under me.
4 ⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲡⲉ ⲫⲣⲱⲙⲓ ϫⲉⲁⲕⲟⲩⲟⲛϩⲕ ⲛⲁϥ ⲓⲉ ⲡϣⲏⲣⲓ ⲙⲫⲣⲱⲙⲓ ϫⲉⲁⲕⲱⲡ ⲙⲙⲟϥ
Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou takest account of him?
5 ⲫⲣⲱⲙⲓ ⲁϥⲟⲛⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲉⲧⲉⲫⲗⲏⲟⲩ ⲛⲉϥⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ϣⲁⲩⲥⲓⲛⲓ ⲙⲫⲣⲏϯ ⲛⲟⲩϧⲏⲓⲃⲓ
Man is like to vanity: his days pass as a shadow.
6 ⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ⲣⲉⲕ ⲛⲓⲫⲏⲟⲩⲓ ⲁⲙⲟⲩ ⲉⲡⲉⲥⲏⲧ ϭⲓⲛⲉⲙ ⲛⲓⲧⲱⲟⲩ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲙⲁⲣⲟⲩϣⲉϣ ⲭⲣⲉⲙⲧⲥ
O Lord, bow thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
7 ⲙⲁⲣⲉ ⲟⲩⲥⲉⲧⲉⲃⲣⲏϫ ϩⲓⲉⲃⲣⲏϫ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉⲕⲉϫⲟⲣⲟⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲙⲁⲧⲁⲟⲩⲟ ⲛⲛⲉⲕⲥⲟⲑⲛⲉϥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉⲕⲉϣⲧⲉⲣⲑⲱⲣⲟⲩ
Send lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: send forth thine arrows, and thou shalt discomfit them.
8 ⲟⲩⲱⲣⲡ ⲛⲧⲉⲕϫⲓϫ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲡϭⲓⲥⲓ ⲙⲁⲧⲟⲩϫⲟⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲁϩⲙⲉⲧ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛϩⲁⲛⲙⲏϣ ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⲛⲉⲙⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲧϫⲓϫ ⲛϩⲁⲛϣⲏⲣⲓ ⲛϣⲉⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⲛⲏ ⲉⲧⲁ ⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲉⲧⲉⲫⲗⲏⲟⲩ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲧⲟⲩⲟⲩⲓⲛⲁⲙ ⲟⲩⲓⲛⲁⲙ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲁⲇⲓⲕⲓⲁ ⲧⲉ
Send forth thine hand from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strange children;
9 ϯⲛⲁϩⲱⲥ ⲉⲣⲟⲕ ⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩϩⲱⲇⲏ ⲙⲃⲉⲣⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲁⲗⲧⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲙⲙⲏⲧ ⲛⲕⲁⲡ ϯⲛⲁⲉⲣⲁⲗⲓⲛ ⲉⲣⲟⲕ
whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.
10 ⲫⲏ ⲉⲧϯ ⲙⲡⲓⲟⲩϫⲁⲓ ⲛⲛⲓⲟⲩⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲫⲏ ⲉⲧⲥⲱϯ ⲛⲇⲁⲩⲓⲇ ⲡⲉϥⲃⲱⲕ
O God, I will sing a new song to thee: I will play to thee on a psaltery of ten strings.
11 ⲙⲁⲧⲟⲩϫⲟⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲥⲏϥⲓ ⲉⲥϩⲱⲟⲩ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲁϩⲙⲉⲧ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲧϫⲓϫ ⲛϩⲁⲛϣⲏⲣⲓ ⲛϣⲉⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ
Even to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword.
12 ⲛⲏ ⲉⲧⲁ ⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲉⲧⲉⲫⲗⲏⲟⲩ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲧⲟⲩⲓⲛⲁⲙ ⲟⲩⲓⲛⲁⲙ ⲛⲧⲉⲡϭⲓⲛϫⲟⲛⲥ ⲧⲉ
Deliver me, and rescue me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity;
13 ⲛⲁⲓ ⲉⲧⲉⲛⲟⲩϣⲏⲣⲓ ⲙⲫⲣⲏϯ ⲛϩⲁⲛⲧⲱϫⲓ ⲙⲃⲉⲣⲓ ⲉⲩⲧⲁϫⲣⲏⲟⲩⲧ ϧⲉⲛⲧⲟⲩⲙⲉⲧⲁⲗⲟⲩ
whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple.
14 ⲛⲟⲩϣⲉⲣⲓ ⲥⲉⲧⲁⲓⲟ ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⲉⲩⲥⲉⲗⲥⲱⲗ ⲙⲫⲣⲏϯ ⲛⲟⲩⲓⲛⲓ ⲛⲧⲉⲟⲩⲉⲣⲫⲉⲓ
Their garners are full, and bursting with one kind of store after another; their sheep are prolific, multiplying in their streets.
15 ⲛⲟⲩⲧⲁⲙⲓⲟⲛ ⲥⲉⲙⲉϩ ⲉⲩⲃⲉⲃⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲫⲁⲓ ⲉⲫⲁⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲉⲥⲱⲟⲩ ⲛⲁϣⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲁⲥ ⲉⲩⲟϣ ϩⲓⲛⲟⲩⲙⲱⲓⲧ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲟⲩⲉϩⲱⲟⲩ ⲥⲉϧⲟⲧ ⲛϥϣⲟⲡ ⲁⲛ ⲛϫⲉⲟⲩⲱϫⲡ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲥⲟⲃⲧ ⲟⲩⲇⲉ ⲟⲩⲙⲱⲓⲧ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲟⲩⲇⲉ ⲙⲙⲟⲛ ⲱϣ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲛⲟⲩⲉⲣⲃⲓ
Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds.
16 ⲁⲩϯⲱⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲓⲗⲁⲟⲥ ⲉⲧⲉⲛⲁⲓ ϣⲟⲡ ⲛⲁϥ ⲟⲱⲩⲛⲓⲁⲧϥ ⲙⲡⲓⲗⲁⲟⲥ ⲉⲧⲉⲡϭⲟⲓⲥ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲉϥⲛⲟⲩϯ
Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, but blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.