megalaa/coptic-corpora huggingface dataset:
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_11
Coptic: ⲛⲉⲕⲗⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲉⲩϣⲁⲛⲙⲟⲩϩ ⲛϩⲟⲩⲟ ⲙⲡⲉⲥⲉⲛⲁϣⲟⲩⲟ ⲉϫⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉⲣϣⲁⲛⲡϣⲉ ϩⲉ ϩⲙⲡⲥⲁ ⲙⲡⲣⲏⲥ ⲏ ⲡⲥⲁ ⲙⲡⲉⲙϩⲓⲧ ⲡⲙⲁ ⲉⲧⲉⲣⲉⲡϣⲉ ⲛⲁϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲛϩⲏⲧϥ ⲉϥⲛⲁϣⲱⲡⲉ ϩⲙⲡⲙⲁ ⲉⲧⲙⲙⲁⲩ
English: If the clouds be filled with rain, they pour it out upon the earth: and if a tree fall southward, or if it fall northward, in the place where the tree shall fall, there it shall be.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_11
Coptic: ⲡⲉⲧϩⲁⲣⲉϩ ⲉⲛⲧⲏⲩ ⲛϥⲛⲁϫⲉ ϭⲣⲟϭ ⲁⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉⲧϭⲱϣⲧ ⲉⲛⲉⲕⲗⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲛϥⲛⲁⲱϩⲥ ⲁⲛ
English: He that observes the wind sows not; and he that looks at the clouds will not reap.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_11
Coptic: ϩⲛⲛⲁⲓ ⲙⲛⲡⲉⲓⲙⲉ ϫⲉⲟⲩ ⲧⲉ ⲧⲉϩⲓⲏ ⲙⲡⲉⲡⲛⲉⲩⲙⲁ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲛⲉⲧϩⲛ ϩⲏⲧⲥ ⲛⲧⲉⲥϩⲓⲙⲉ ⲉⲧⲉⲉⲧ ⲉⲛⲅⲛⲁⲉⲓⲙⲉ ⲁⲛ ⲉⲣⲟⲟⲩ ϫⲉϩⲉⲛⲟⲩⲛⲉ ⲧⲁⲓ ⲧⲉ ⲧϩⲉ ⲉⲧⲉⲛⲅⲛⲁⲉⲓⲙⲉ ⲁⲛ ⲉⲛⲥⲱⲛⲧ ⲙⲡⲉⲕⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲛⲉⲧⲉϥⲛⲁⲁⲩ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ
English: Among whom none knows what is the way of the wind: as the bones are hid in the womb of a pregnant woman, so thou shalt not know the works of God, even all things whatsoever he shall do.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_11
Coptic: ⲡⲉⲕϭⲣⲱϭ ϫⲟϥ ⲙⲡⲛⲁⲩ ⲛϩⲧⲟⲟⲩⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲙⲡⲣⲧⲣⲉⲧⲉⲕϭⲓϫ ⲕⲁⲁϥ ⲙⲡⲛⲁⲩ ⲛⲣⲟⲩϩⲉ ϫⲉⲛⲅⲛⲁⲉⲓⲙⲉ ⲁⲛ ϫⲉⲁϣ ⲡⲉⲧⲛⲁⲥⲙⲓⲛⲉ ϫⲉⲡⲁⲓ ⲡⲉ ⲏ ⲡⲁⲓ ⲡⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉⲩϣⲁⲛϣⲱⲛϥ ⲙⲡⲉⲥⲛⲁⲩ ⲟⲩⲁⲅⲁⲑⲟⲛ ⲡⲉ
English: In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening let not thine hand be slack: for thou knowest not what sort shall prosper, whether this or that, or whether both shall be good alike.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_11
Coptic: ⲡⲟⲩⲟⲉⲓⲛ ϩⲟⲗϭ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲟⲩⲁⲅⲁⲑⲟⲛ ⲡⲉ ⲛⲛⲃⲁⲗ ⲉⲧⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲡⲣⲏ
English: Moreover the light is sweet, and it is good for the eyes to see the sun.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_11
Coptic: ϫⲉⲉⲣϣⲁⲛⲡⲣⲱⲙⲉ ⲱⲛϩ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲏⲏϣⲉ ⲛⲣⲟⲙⲡⲉ ⲉϥⲛⲁⲉⲩⲫⲣⲁⲛⲉ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲟⲩ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ϥⲛⲁⲣ ⲡⲙⲉⲉⲩⲉ ⲛⲛⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲕⲁⲕⲉ ϫⲉⲥⲉⲛⲁϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲉⲛⲁϣⲱⲟⲩ ϩⲱⲃ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲉⲧⲛⲏⲩ ⲟⲩⲡⲉⲧϣⲟⲩⲉⲓⲧ ⲡⲉ
English: For even if a man should live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_11
Coptic: ⲉⲩⲫⲣⲁⲛⲉ ⲡϩⲉⲣϣⲓⲣⲉ ϩⲛⲧⲉⲕⲙⲛⲧϣⲏⲣⲉ ϣⲏⲙ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲙⲁⲣⲉⲡⲉⲕϩⲏⲧ ϯⲟⲩⲛⲟϥ ⲛⲁⲕ ⲛⲛⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲉⲕⲙⲛⲧϣⲏⲣⲉ ϣⲏⲙ ⲛⲅⲙⲟⲟϣⲉ ϩⲛⲛⲉⲕϩⲓⲟⲟⲩⲉ ⲉⲙⲛⲛⲟⲃⲉ ⲉⲣⲟⲕ ⲛⲅⲧⲙⲙⲟⲟϣⲉ ϩⲛⲟⲩⲙⲛⲧϣⲟⲩϣⲟ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲛⲟⲩⲙⲛⲧϫⲁⲣⲃⲁⲗ ⲛⲅⲉⲓⲙⲉ ϫⲉϩⲛⲛⲁⲓ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲛⲁⲛⲧⲕ ⲉⲩⲕⲣⲓⲥⲓⲥ
English: Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thy heart blameless, but not in the sight of thine eyes: yet know that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_11
Coptic: ⲛϥϥⲓ ⲛⲟⲩϭⲱⲛⲧ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲙⲡⲉⲕϩⲏⲧ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲟⲩⲡⲟⲛⲏⲣⲓⲁ ⲛϥϥⲓⲧⲥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲧⲉⲕⲥⲁⲣⲝ ϫⲉⲧⲙⲛⲧϣⲏⲣⲉ ϣⲏⲙ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲧⲙⲛⲧⲁⲧⲥⲟⲟⲩⲛ ⲟⲩⲡⲉⲧϣⲟⲩⲉⲓⲧ ⲧⲉ
English: Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh: for youth and folly are vanity.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲛⲅⲣ ⲡⲙⲉⲉⲩⲉ ⲙⲡⲉⲛⲧⲁϥⲥⲟⲛⲧⲕ ϩⲛⲛⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲉⲕⲙⲛⲧϣⲏⲣⲉ ϣⲏⲙ ⲙⲡⲁⲧⲟⲩⲉⲓ ⲛϭⲓⲛⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲉⲕⲕⲁⲕⲓⲁ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲣⲙⲡⲟⲟⲩⲉ ⲧⲁϩⲟⲕ ⲉⲕⲛⲁϫⲟⲟⲥ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲟⲩ ϫⲉⲙⲡⲁⲟⲩⲱϣ ϣⲟⲟⲡ ⲁⲛ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲟⲩ
English: And remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth, before the days of evil come, and the years overtake thee in which thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲙⲡⲁⲧⲉⲡⲣⲏ ⲣ ⲉⲃⲏ ⲙⲛⲡⲟⲩⲟⲉⲓⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲟⲟϩ ⲙⲛⲛⲥⲓⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲉⲕⲗⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲕⲧⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲟⲩⲁϩⲟⲩ ⲛⲥⲁⲡϩⲟⲩⲙⲡⲉ
English: While the sun and light are not darkened, nor the moon and the stars; nor the clouds return after the rain:
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ϩⲙⲡⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲟⲩⲛⲁⲕⲓⲙ ⲛϭⲓⲛⲉⲧⲣⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲉⲡⲏⲓ ⲛⲥⲉⲕⲧⲟⲟⲩ ⲛϭⲓⲛⲣⲱⲙⲉ ⲛⲧϭⲟⲙ ⲛⲥⲉⲕⲁ ⲧⲟⲟⲧⲟⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛϭⲓⲛⲉⲧⲛⲟⲩⲧ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϫⲉⲁⲩⲥⲃⲟⲕ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲥⲉⲉⲣ ⲏⲃⲏ ⲛϭⲓⲛⲉϩⲓⲟⲙⲉ ⲉⲧⲉⲓⲱⲣϩ ϩⲛⲟⲩⲟⲩⲱϣ
English: in the day wherein the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the mighty men shall become bent, and the grinding women cease because they have become few, and the women looking out at the windows be dark;
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲥⲉϣⲱⲧⲙ ⲛⲛⲣⲟ ⲛⲧⲁⲅⲟⲣⲁ ϩⲙⲡϩⲟϭⲃ ⲛⲧⲉⲥⲙⲏ ⲛⲛⲉⲧⲛⲟⲩⲧ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲥⲉⲛⲁⲧⲱⲟⲩⲛ ϩⲙⲡⲉϩⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲡϫⲁϫ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲥⲉⲛⲁⲑⲃⲃⲓⲟ ⲛϭⲓⲛϣⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲉⲥⲛⲟϥ
English: and they shall shut the doors in the market-place, because of the weakness of the voice of her that grinds at the mill; and he shall rise up at the voice of the sparrow, and all the daughters of song shall be brought low;
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲥⲉϭⲱϣⲧ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ⲉⲡϫⲓⲥⲉ ⲛⲧⲉϩⲉⲛϩⲟⲧⲉ ϣⲱⲡⲉ ϩⲓⲧⲉϩⲓⲏ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲁⲙⲉⲕⲧⲁⲗⲟⲛ ⲛⲁϯⲟⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲉϣϫⲉ ϩⲧⲁⲉⲓ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲕⲁⲓⲡⲁⲣⲓⲥ ϫⲱⲱⲣⲉ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲉⲧⲛⲉϩⲡⲉ ϯⲟⲩⲟⲓ ϩⲛⲧⲁⲅⲟⲣⲁ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϫⲉⲁⲡⲣⲱⲙⲉ ⲃⲱⲕ ⲉⲡⲉϥⲏⲓ ϣⲁⲉⲛⲉϩ
English: and they shall look up, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall blossom, and the locust shall increase, and the caper shall be scattered: because man has gone to his eternal home, and the mourners have gone about the market:
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲙⲡⲁⲧϥϣⲓⲃⲉ ⲛϭⲓⲡⲉⲓⲛⲉ ⲙⲡϩⲁⲧ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛϥⲧⲁⲕⲟ ⲛϭⲓⲡⲥⲁ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲃ ⲛⲧⲉⲧϩⲩⲇⲣⲓⲁ ⲟⲩⲱϣϥ ϩⲓϫⲛⲧⲡⲏⲅⲏ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲉⲧⲣⲟⲭⲟⲥ ϩⲓϩⲓⲡϣⲏⲓ
English: before the silver cord be let go, or the choice gold be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel run down to the cistern;
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲉⲭⲟⲩⲥ ⲕⲧⲟϥ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ⲉⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲉⲛⲉϥⲟ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲉⲡⲛⲉⲩⲙⲁ ϩⲱⲱϥ ⲕⲧⲟϥ ⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲧⲁϥⲧⲁⲁϥ
English: before the dust also return to the earth as it was, and the spirit return to God who gave it.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲟⲩⲡⲉⲧϣⲟⲩⲉⲓⲧ ⲛⲙⲡⲉⲧϣⲟⲩⲉⲓⲧ ⲡⲉⲧϣⲟⲟⲡ ⲡⲉϫⲉⲡⲉⲕⲕⲗⲏⲥⲓⲁⲥⲧⲏⲥ ϩⲱⲃ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲟⲩⲡⲉⲧϣⲟⲩⲉⲓⲧ ⲡⲉ
English: Vanity of vanities, said the Preacher; all is vanity.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲟⲩⲛ ⲟⲩϩⲟⲩⲟ ⲇⲉ ϣⲟⲟⲡ ϫⲉⲁⲡⲉⲕⲕⲗⲏⲥⲓⲁⲥⲧⲏⲥ ⲣ ⲥⲟⲫⲟⲥ ⲉⲁϥⲧⲥⲁⲃⲉ ⲡⲗⲁⲟⲥ ⲉⲡⲥⲟⲟⲩⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲙⲁⲁϫⲉ ⲛⲁϩⲟⲧϩⲧ ⲛⲥⲁⲡⲥⲁ ⲛⲙⲡⲁⲣⲁⲃⲟⲗⲏ
English: And because the Preacher was wise above others, so it was that he taught man excellent knowledge, and the ear will trace out the parables.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲡⲉⲕⲕⲗⲏⲥⲓⲁⲥⲧⲏⲥ ⲁϥϣⲓⲛⲉ ⲛⲥⲁϩⲉⲛⲣⲟⲙⲡⲉ ⲉⲛⲁϣⲱⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲣⲉϥϩⲉ ⲉⲛϣⲁϫⲉ ⲙⲡⲟⲩⲱϣ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲁⲡⲥⲟⲟⲩⲧⲛ ⲉⲧⲥⲏϩ ⲉϩⲉⲛϣⲁϫⲉ ⲛⲧⲙⲉ
English: The Preacher sought diligently to find out acceptable words, and a correct writing, even words of truth.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲛϣⲁϫⲉ ⲛⲛⲥⲟⲫⲟⲥ ⲟ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛϩⲉⲛϫⲟⲟⲕⲉϥ ⲛⲉϩⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛϩⲉⲛⲉⲓⲃⲧ ⲉⲩⲧⲣⲧⲱⲣ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲧⲁⲩⲧⲁⲁⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲓⲧⲟⲟⲧⲟⲩ ⲛⲛⲉⲩϣⲃⲉⲉⲣ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲟⲩϣⲱⲥ ⲛⲟⲩⲱⲧ
English: The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails firmly fastened, which have been given from one shepherd by agreement.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲉⲣⲉⲟⲩϩⲟⲩⲟ ϣⲟⲟⲡ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲟⲩ ⲡⲁϣⲏⲣⲉ ϩⲁⲣⲉϩ ⲉⲣⲟⲕ ⲉⲙⲁⲧⲉ ⲉⲧⲙⲧⲁⲙⲓⲉ ϩⲁϩ ⲛϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲙⲛϩⲁⲏ ⲇⲉ ⲙⲙⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲁϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲛⲁⲕ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲟⲩⲙⲉⲗⲉⲧⲏ ⲉⲛⲁϣⲱⲥ ⲟⲩϩⲓⲥⲉ ⲡⲉ ⲛⲧⲥⲁⲣⲝ
English: And moreover, my son, guard thyself by means of them: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ⲧϩⲁⲏ ⲙⲡϣⲁϫⲉ ⲡⲉ ⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲡⲧⲏⲣϥ ⲁⲣⲓϩⲟⲧⲉ ϩⲏⲧϥ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲅϩⲁⲣⲉϩ ⲉⲛⲉϥⲉⲛⲧⲟⲗⲏ ϫⲉⲡⲧⲟϣ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲁⲓ ⲛⲣⲱⲙⲉ ⲛⲓⲙ
English: Hear the end of the matter, the sun: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole man.
Text: 21_Ecclesiastes_12
Coptic: ϫⲉⲡⲧⲁⲙⲓⲟ ⲧⲏⲣϥ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲛⲁⲧⲁϩⲟϥ ⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ⲉⲕⲣⲓⲛⲉ ⲙⲙⲟϥ ⲉⲧⲃⲉϩⲱⲃ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲉⲁⲩⲟⲃϣⲟⲩ ⲉⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲃⲉⲟⲩⲁⲅⲁⲑⲟⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉⲧⲃⲉⲟⲩⲡⲟⲛⲏⲣⲟⲛ
English: For God will bring every work into judgment, with everything that has been overlooked, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲡϫⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲓϫⲱ ⲉⲧⲉⲡⲁⲥⲟⲗⲟⲙⲱⲛ ⲡⲉ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉⲙⲁⲣⲉϥϯⲡⲉⲓ
English: The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ϫⲉⲙⲁⲣⲉϥϯⲡⲉⲓ ⲉⲣⲱⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲙⲡⲉⲓⲛⲧⲉⲧⲉϥⲧⲁⲡⲣⲟ ϫⲉⲛⲁⲛⲟⲩ ⲛⲉⲕⲉⲕⲓⲃⲉ ⲛϩⲟⲩⲉ ⲡⲏⲣⲡ
English: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉⲥⲧⲟⲓ ⲛⲛⲉⲕⲥⲟϭⲛ ϥϣⲱϣ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲉ ⲛϩⲏⲛⲉ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲡⲉⲕⲣⲁⲛ ⲟⲩⲥⲟϭⲛ ⲡⲉ ⲉⲁⲩⲥⲙⲟⲩ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉϥⲡⲏⲛ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲉⲧⲃⲉⲡⲁⲓ ⲁⲛϣⲉⲉⲣⲉ ϣⲏⲙ ⲙⲉⲣⲓⲧⲕ ⲁⲩⲥⲟⲕⲕ ⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲡⲁϩⲟⲩ
English: And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲉⲛⲛⲁⲡⲱⲧ ⲉⲟⲩⲁϩⲛ ⲛⲥⲁⲡⲉⲥⲧⲟⲓ ⲛⲛⲉⲕⲥⲟϭⲛ ⲁⲡⲣⲣⲟ ϫⲓ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲡⲉϥⲧⲁⲙⲉⲓⲟⲛ ⲧⲛⲛⲁⲧⲉⲗⲏⲗ ϭⲉ ⲛⲧⲛⲉⲩⲫⲣⲁⲛⲉ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲉ ⲧⲛⲛⲁⲙⲉⲣⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲉⲕⲓⲃⲉ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲉ ⲡⲏⲣⲡ ϫⲉⲁⲡⲉⲧⲥⲟⲩⲧⲱⲛ ⲙⲉⲣⲓⲧⲉ
English: They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲁⲛⲅ ⲟⲩⲕⲁⲙⲏ ⲁⲗⲗⲁ ⲛⲉⲥⲱⲉⲓ ⲉⲛϣⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲙⲡⲓⲥⲣⲁⲏⲗ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲛⲉⲥⲕⲏⲛⲏ ⲙⲉⲛ ⲛⲕⲏⲇⲁⲣ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲇⲉ ⲛⲛⲇⲉⲣⲣⲓⲥ ⲛⲥⲟⲗⲟⲙⲱⲛ
English: I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲙⲡⲣϭⲱϣⲧ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ ϫⲉⲁⲛⲅ ⲟⲩⲕⲁⲙⲏ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲣⲏ ⲡⲉⲛⲧⲁϥⲕⲁⲁⲧ ⲛⲥⲱϥ ⲛϣⲏⲣⲉ ⲛⲧⲁⲙⲁⲁⲩ ⲁⲩⲙⲓϣⲉ ⲛⲙⲙⲁⲓ ⲁⲩⲕⲁⲁⲧ ⲉⲣⲟⲓⲥ ⲉϩⲉⲛⲙⲁ ⲛⲉⲗⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲡⲁⲙⲁ ⲛⲉⲗⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲣⲱ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲙⲡⲓⲣⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲉⲣⲟϥ
English: Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲙⲁⲧⲁⲙⲟⲓ ϭⲉ ⲡⲉⲛⲧⲁⲧⲁⲯⲩⲭⲏ ⲙⲉⲣⲓⲧϥ ϫⲉⲉⲕⲙⲟⲟⲛⲉ ⲧⲱⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉⲕⲣϣⲁⲓⲣⲉ ⲧⲱⲛ ⲙⲡⲛⲁⲩ ⲙⲙⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲙⲡⲣⲧⲣⲁϭⲟⲟⲗⲉⲧ ⲧⲁⲉⲓ ⲉϫⲛⲛⲁⲅⲉⲗⲏ ⲛⲛⲉⲕϣⲃⲉⲉⲣ
English: Tell me, thou whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest them to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲉϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲉⲣⲉⲧⲙⲥⲟⲩⲱⲛⲧ ⲧⲉⲧⲛⲉⲥⲱⲥ ϩⲛⲛⲉϩⲓⲟⲙⲉ ⲉⲓⲥ ⲁⲙⲏ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲧⲉⲉⲧϩⲁⲏ ⲛⲛⲟϩⲉ ⲛⲧⲉⲙⲟⲟⲛⲉ ⲛⲛⲟⲩⲃⲁⲁⲙⲡⲉ ϩⲛⲛⲥⲕⲏⲛⲏ ⲛⲛϣⲱⲱⲥ
English: If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲧⲉⲧϩⲓⲧⲟⲩⲱⲓ ⲁⲓⲧⲛⲧⲱⲛⲉ ⲉⲧⲁϩⲧⲱⲣⲉ ϩⲛⲛϩⲁⲣⲙⲁ ⲙⲫⲁⲣⲁⲱ
English: I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲛⲟⲩⲟϭⲉ ⲁⲩⲥⲁ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛϩⲉⲛϭⲣⲙⲡϣⲁⲛ ⲡⲟⲩⲙⲁⲕϩ ⲁϥⲥⲁ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛϩⲉⲛϩⲟⲣⲙⲓⲥⲕⲟⲥ
English: How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲡⲓⲛⲉ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲃ ⲧⲛⲛⲁⲧⲁⲙⲓⲟϥ ⲛⲉⲙⲛ ⲙⲙⲁⲉⲓⲛ ⲙⲡϩⲁⲧ
English: We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ϣⲁⲛⲧⲉⲡⲣⲣⲟ ⲛⲟϫϥ ϩⲙⲡⲉϥⲙⲁ ⲧⲁⲛⲁⲣⲇⲟⲥ ⲁⲥϣⲱϣ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲙⲡⲉⲥⲥⲧⲟⲓ
English: So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲟⲩⲙⲁⲓⲣⲉ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲉⲥⲧⲁⲕⲧⲏ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲉϥⲛⲁϣⲱⲡⲉ ϩⲛⲧⲙⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲛⲁⲉⲕⲓⲃⲉ
English: My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲟⲩⲥⲙⲁϩ ⲛⲕⲟⲩⲡⲣ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲉϥϩⲛ ⲙⲙⲁ ⲛⲉⲗⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲉⲧϩⲛⲅⲁⲇⲇⲉⲓ
English: My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲉⲓⲥ ϩⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲉⲥⲱ ⲧⲁϣⲃⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲉⲓⲥ ϩⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲉⲥⲱ ⲛⲟⲩⲃⲁⲗ ϩⲉⲛⲃⲁⲗ ⲛϭⲣⲟⲟⲙⲡⲉ ⲛⲉ
English: Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲉⲓⲥ ϩⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲁⲛⲟⲩⲕ ⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉⲥⲱⲕ ⲉϭⲱϣⲧ ⲉⲥⲱⲕ ⲉⲕⲟ ⲛϩⲁⲓⲃⲉⲥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲉϫⲙⲡⲉⲛⲙⲁ ⲛⲛⲕⲟⲧⲕ
English: Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_1
Coptic: ⲛⲥⲟⲓ ⲙⲡⲉⲛⲏⲓ ϩⲉⲛⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲉ ϩⲛⲛϣⲉ ⲙⲡⲗⲓⲃⲁⲛⲟⲥ ⲛⲉⲛⲟⲩⲉϩⲥⲟⲓ ϩⲉⲛⲕⲩⲡⲁⲣⲓⲥⲥⲟⲥ ⲛⲉ
English: The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲉϩⲣⲏⲣⲉ ⲛⲧⲥⲱϣⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉⲕⲣⲓⲛⲟⲛ ⲛⲛⲉⲓⲁ
English: I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲙⲡⲉⲕⲣⲓⲛⲟⲛ ⲉϥϩⲛ ⲧⲙⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲛϣⲟⲛⲧⲉ ⲧⲁⲓ ⲧⲉ ⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲧⲁϣⲃⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲉⲥϩⲛ ⲧⲙⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲛϣⲃⲉⲉⲣⲉ
English: As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲟⲩϫⲙⲡⲉϩ ⲉϥϩⲛ ⲛϣⲏⲛ ⲙⲡⲙⲁ ⲛϣⲏⲛ ⲧⲁⲓ ⲧⲉ ⲧϩⲉ ⲙⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲉϥϩⲛ ⲧⲙⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲛϣⲏⲣⲉ ⲁⲓⲉⲡⲓⲑⲩⲙⲉⲓ ⲉⲧⲟⲩϩⲁⲓⲃⲉⲥ ⲁⲓϩⲙⲟⲟⲥ ϩⲁⲣⲁⲧⲥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉϥⲕⲁⲣⲡⲟⲥ ϩⲟⲗϭ ϩⲛⲧⲁϣⲟⲩⲱⲃⲉ
English: As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ϫⲓⲧ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲡⲏⲓ ⲙⲡⲏⲣⲡ ⲥⲙⲓⲛⲉ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲁⲅⲁⲡⲏ
English: Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲛⲧⲁϫⲣⲟⲓ ϩⲛϩⲉⲛⲥⲟϭⲛ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲛⲕⲧⲟ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ ⲛϩⲉⲛϫⲙⲡⲉϩ ϫⲉⲁⲧⲉϥⲁⲅⲁⲡⲏ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ϫⲓ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ
English: Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲧⲉϥϭⲓϫ ⲛϩⲃⲟⲩⲣ ϩⲁⲧⲁⲁⲡⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲧⲉϥⲟⲩⲛⲁⲙ ⲛⲁϩⲱⲗϭ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ
English: His left hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲁⲓⲧⲁⲣⲕⲉⲧⲏⲩⲧⲛ ⲛϣⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲛⲧϩⲓⲉⲣⲟⲩⲥⲁⲗⲏⲙ ϩⲛⲛϭⲟⲙ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲛⲛⲛⲟⲙⲧⲉ ⲛⲧⲥⲱϣⲉ ⲉⲧⲣⲉⲧⲛⲛⲉϩⲥⲉ ⲛⲧⲁⲅⲁⲡⲏ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲛⲧⲟⲩⲛⲟⲥⲥ ϣⲁⲛⲧⲥⲣ ϩⲛⲁⲥ
English: I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse or wake my love, until he please.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲡⲉϩⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲁϥⲓ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ ⲉⲓⲥ ϩⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲧⲟϥ ⲁϥⲉⲓ ⲉϥⲡⲏⲧ ϩⲓϫⲛⲛⲧⲟⲩⲉⲓⲏ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉϥϫⲓϥⲟϭⲥ ϩⲓϫⲛⲛⲃⲟⲩⲛⲟⲥ
English: The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲉⲣⲉⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲧⲛⲧⲱⲛ ⲉⲩϭⲁϩⲥⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉⲩⲙⲁⲥ ⲛⲉⲓⲟⲩⲗ ϩⲓϫⲛⲛⲧⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲃⲁⲓⲑⲏⲗ ⲉⲓⲥ ϩⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲧⲟϥ ϥϭⲱϣⲧ ϩⲓⲡⲁϩⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲛϫⲟ ϥϭⲱϣⲧ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲛϣⲟⲩϣⲧ
English: My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲁϥϣⲁϫⲉ ⲛⲙⲙⲁⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲛⲉϣⲛⲏⲩ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉⲧⲱⲟⲩⲛ ⲁⲙⲏ ⲧⲁϣⲃⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲧⲁϭⲣⲟⲟⲙⲡⲉ ⲉⲧⲛⲉⲥⲱⲥ
English: My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ϫⲉⲉⲓⲥⲧⲉⲡⲣⲱ ⲁⲥⲟⲩⲉⲓⲛⲉ ⲡϩⲟⲩⲙⲡⲉ ⲁϥⲙⲟⲟϣⲉ ⲁϥⲃⲱⲕ ⲉⲡⲉϥⲙⲁ
English: For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲛϯⲟⲩⲱ ⲁⲩⲟⲩⲱⲛϩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲓϫⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲡⲉⲟⲩⲟⲉⲓϣ ⲙⲡϫⲱⲗϩ ⲁϥⲉⲓ ⲡⲉϩⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲉϭⲣⲙⲡϣⲁⲛ ⲁⲩⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ϩⲙⲡⲉⲛⲕⲁϩ
English: The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲧⲃⲱ ⲛⲕⲛⲧⲉ ⲁⲥⲧⲁⲩⲟ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲛⲉⲥⲃⲉⲉϣ ⲛⲃⲱ ⲛⲉⲗⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲉⲩⲛⲉϫ ⲕⲟⲩⲡⲣ ⲁⲩϯ ⲙⲡⲉⲩⲥⲧⲟⲓ ⲧⲱⲟⲩⲛⲉ ⲁⲙⲏ ⲧⲉⲧϩⲓⲧⲟⲩⲱⲓ
English: The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲧⲁϭⲣⲟⲟⲙⲡⲉ ⲉⲧⲛⲁⲛⲟⲩⲥ ⲛⲧⲉⲉⲓ ⲛⲧⲟ ⲧⲁϭⲣⲟⲟⲙⲡⲉ ϩⲙⲡⲟⲩⲱϣ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲡⲉⲧⲣⲁ ϩⲓⲧⲟⲩⲱϥ ⲙⲡⲥⲟⲃⲧ ⲉⲧϩⲓⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲥⲁⲓⲟ ⲙⲡⲟⲩϩⲟ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲣⲁⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲡⲟⲩϩⲣⲟⲟⲩ ϫⲉⲡⲟⲩϩⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲟⲩϩⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲡⲉ ⲉϥⲛⲟⲧⲙ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲟⲩϩⲟ ⲛⲉⲥⲱϥ ⲛⲁⲓ
English: Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ϭⲱⲡⲉ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛϩⲉⲛⲃⲁϣⲟⲣ ϩⲉⲛⲃⲁϣⲟⲣ ⲕⲟⲩⲓ ⲉⲩⲧⲁⲕⲟ ⲙⲙⲁ ⲛⲉⲗⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉⲛⲃⲱ ⲛⲉⲗⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲉⲩⲛⲉϫ ⲕⲟⲩⲡⲣ
English: Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲉϥϣⲟⲟⲡ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ϩⲱ ⲉⲓϣⲟⲟⲡ ⲛⲁϥ
English: My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_2
Coptic: ⲡⲉⲧⲙⲟⲟⲛⲉ ϩⲛⲛⲉⲕⲣⲓⲛⲟⲛ ϣⲁⲛⲧⲉⲡⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ϫⲱⲕ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲛϩⲁⲓⲃⲉⲥ ⲕⲙⲧⲟⲩ ⲕⲟⲧⲕ ⲛⲧⲟⲕ ⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲛⲅⲧⲛⲧⲱⲛⲕ ⲉⲩϭϩⲟⲥ ⲏ ⲉⲩⲙⲁⲥ ⲛⲉⲓⲟⲩⲗ ϩⲓϫⲛⲛⲧⲟⲩⲉⲓⲏ ⲛⲉⲓⲁ
English: Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ⲉⲓϩⲓϫⲛ ⲡⲁⲙⲁ ⲛⲛⲕⲟⲧⲕ ⲛⲧⲉⲩϣⲏ ⲁⲓϣⲓⲛⲉ ⲛⲥⲁⲡⲉⲛⲧⲁⲧⲁⲯⲩⲭⲏ ⲙⲉⲣⲓⲧϥ ⲁⲓϣⲓⲛⲉ ⲛⲥⲱϥ ⲙϩⲉ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲁⲓⲙⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲙⲡⲉϥⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ
English: By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he hearkened not to me.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ϯⲛⲁⲧⲱⲟⲩⲛ ϭⲉ ⲧⲁⲕⲱⲧⲉ ϩⲛⲧⲡⲟⲗⲓⲥ ϩⲛⲛⲁⲅⲟⲣⲁ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲛⲛⲉⲡⲗⲁⲧⲓⲁ ⲧⲁⲕⲱⲧⲉ ⲛⲥⲁⲡⲉⲛⲧⲁⲧⲁⲯⲩⲭⲏ ⲙⲉⲣⲓⲧϥ ⲁⲓⲕⲱⲧⲉ ϭⲉ ⲛⲥⲱϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲙⲡⲓϩⲉ ⲉⲣⲟϥ
English: I will rise now, and go about in the city, in the market-places, and in the streets, and I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ⲁⲩϩⲉ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ ⲛϭⲓⲛⲉⲧⲣⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲛⲉⲧϯⲟⲩⲟⲓ ϩⲛⲧⲡⲟⲗⲓⲥ ⲁⲓϫⲛⲟⲩⲟⲩ ϫⲉⲙⲏ ⲁⲧⲉⲧⲛⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲡⲉⲛⲧⲁⲧⲁⲯⲩⲭⲏ ⲙⲉⲣⲓⲧϥ
English: The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. I said, Have ye seen him whom my soul loves?
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ⲛⲧⲉⲣⲓⲥⲁⲁⲧⲟⲩ ϭⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲕⲟⲩⲓ ⲁⲓⲣⲡⲉⲩⲃⲟⲗ ⲁⲓϩⲉ ⲉⲡⲉⲛⲧⲁⲧⲁⲯⲩⲭⲏ ⲙⲉⲣⲓⲧϥ ⲁⲓⲁⲙⲁϩⲧⲉ ⲙⲙⲟϥ ⲙⲡⲓⲕⲁⲁϥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϣⲁⲛⲧⲁⲛⲧϥ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲡⲏⲓ ⲛⲧⲁⲙⲁⲁⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲡⲧⲁⲙⲉⲓⲟⲛ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲧⲁⲥⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ
English: It was as a little while after I parted from them, that I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and did not let him go, until I brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ⲁⲓⲧⲁⲣⲕⲉⲧⲏⲩⲧⲛ ⲛϣⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲛⲧϩⲓⲉⲣⲟⲩⲥⲁⲗⲏⲙ ϩⲛⲛϭⲟⲙ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲛⲛⲛⲟⲙⲧⲉ ⲛⲧⲥⲱϣⲉ ⲉⲧⲣⲉⲧⲛⲛⲉϩⲥⲉ ⲛⲧⲁⲅⲁⲡⲏ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲛⲧⲟⲩⲛⲟⲥⲥ ϣⲁⲛⲧⲥⲣ ϩⲛⲁⲥ
English: I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye rouse not nor awake my love, until he please.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ⲛⲓⲙ ⲧⲉ ⲧⲁⲓ ⲉⲧⲛⲏⲩ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ϩⲙⲡϫⲁⲓⲉ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲧⲙⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲁⲱ ⲙⲛⲙⲏⲁ ⲉⲣⲉⲧⲟⲟⲧ ⲓⲧ ⲉⲡⲉⲥⲡⲁ ⲧⲉⲧⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲟⲩϣⲁⲩ ⲛϣⲟⲩϩⲏⲛⲉ ⲉⲁⲩⲧⲁⲗⲟϥ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ⲉϥϯⲕⲁⲡⲛⲟⲥ ⲛⲥⲧⲟⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲟⲩϣⲁⲗ ⲙⲛⲟⲩⲗⲓⲃⲁⲛⲟⲥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲛϩⲏⲛⲉ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲣⲉϥⲡⲉⲥⲥⲟϭⲛ
English: Who is this that comes up from the wilderness as pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the perfumer?
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ⲉⲓⲥ ϩⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲉⲓⲥ ⲡⲉϭⲗⲟϭ ⲛⲥⲟⲗⲟⲙⲱⲛ ⲉⲣⲉⲥⲉ ⲛⲇⲩⲛⲁⲧⲟⲥ ⲕⲱⲧⲉ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲛⲇⲩⲛⲁⲧⲟⲥ ⲙⲡⲓⲥⲣⲁⲏⲗ
English: Behold Solomon's bed; sixty mighty men of the mighty ones of Israel are round about it.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ⲉⲣⲉⲛⲉⲩⲥⲏϥⲉ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲟⲟⲧⲟⲩ ⲉⲩⲧⲥⲁⲃⲏⲩ ⲉⲡⲡⲟⲗⲉⲙⲟⲥ ⲡⲣⲱⲙⲉ ⲉⲣⲉⲧⲉϥⲥⲏϥⲉ ϩⲓϫⲛⲡⲉϥⲙⲏⲣⲟⲥ ⲉⲧⲃⲉⲧϩⲟⲧⲉ ⲉⲧϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲛⲧⲉⲩϣⲏ
English: They all hold a sword, being expert in war: every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear by night.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ⲁⲡⲣⲣⲟ ⲥⲟⲗⲟⲙⲱⲛ ⲧⲁⲙⲓⲟ ⲛⲁϥ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲁ ⲛϩⲙⲟⲟⲥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲛϣⲉ ⲙⲡⲗⲓⲃⲁⲛⲟⲥ
English: King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ⲛⲉϥⲥⲧⲩⲗⲗⲟⲥ ⲁϥⲧⲁⲙⲓⲟⲟⲩ ⲛϩⲁⲧ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉϥⲁⲛⲁⲅⲗⲓⲧⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩⲃ ⲡⲉ ⲛⲉϥⲧⲱⲣⲧⲣ ϩⲉⲛϫⲏϭⲉ ⲛⲉ ⲡⲉϥϩⲟⲩⲛ ⲉϥⲧⲟϭⲥ ⲛⲛⲱⲛⲉ ⲟⲩⲁⲅⲁⲡⲏ ⲛⲧⲉⲛϣⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲛⲧϩⲓⲉⲣⲟⲩⲥⲁⲗⲏⲙ
English: He made the pillars of it silver, the bottom of it gold, the covering of it scarlet, in the midst of it a pavement of love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_3
Coptic: ⲁⲙⲏⲉⲓⲧⲛ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛϣⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲛⲥⲓⲱⲛ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲛⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲡⲣⲣⲟ ⲥⲟⲗⲟⲙⲱⲛ ϩⲙⲡⲉⲕⲗⲟⲙ ⲛⲧⲁⲧⲉϥⲙⲁⲁⲩ ⲥⲧⲉⲫⲁⲛⲟⲩ ⲙⲙⲟϥ ⲛϩⲏⲧϥ ϩⲙⲡⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲉϥϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲙⲡⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲟⲩⲛⲟϥ ⲙⲡⲉϥϩⲏⲧ
English: Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, and behold king Solomon, with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him, in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲉⲓⲥ ϩⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲁⲛⲟⲩ ⲧⲁϣⲃⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲉⲓⲥ ϩⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲉⲥⲱ ⲛⲟⲩⲃⲁⲗ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲛⲁϩⲉⲛ ϭⲣⲟⲟⲙⲡⲉ ⲛⲉ ⲡⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲧⲟⲩⲧⲁⲡⲣⲟ ⲡⲟⲩϥⲱ ⲉϥⲟ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲛⲓⲁⲅⲉⲗⲏ ⲛⲃⲁⲁⲙⲡⲉ ⲉⲁⲩⲟⲩⲱⲛϩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲅⲁⲗⲁⲁⲇ
English: Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves, beside thy veil: thy hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲛⲟⲩⲟⲃϩⲉ ⲉⲩⲟ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲛⲁⲅⲉⲗⲏ ⲛⲛⲉⲛⲧⲁⲩϩⲟⲟⲕⲟⲩ ⲉⲁⲩⲉⲓ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ϩⲙⲡⲙⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲣⲉϩⲉⲛϣⲏⲣⲉ ⲛϩⲁⲧⲣⲉⲉⲩ ϣⲟⲟⲡ ⲛⲁⲩ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲙⲙⲛⲙⲛⲧⲁⲧϣⲏⲣⲉ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲟⲩ
English: Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲉⲣⲉⲛⲟⲩⲥⲡⲟⲧⲟⲩ ⲟ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲟⲩϩⲱⲥ ⲛⲕⲟⲕⲕⲟⲥ ⲧⲁϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲧⲟⲩϭⲓⲛϣⲁϫⲉ ⲛⲉⲥⲱⲥ ⲛⲟⲩⲟϭⲉ ⲉⲩⲟ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛϩⲉⲛⲕⲟⲩⲕⲉ ⲛϩⲉⲣⲙⲁⲛ ⲡⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲧⲟⲩⲧⲁⲡⲣⲟ
English: Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲡⲟⲩⲙⲁⲕϩ ⲉϥⲁϩⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲙⲡⲡⲩⲣⲅⲟⲥ ⲛⲇⲁⲩⲉⲓⲇ ⲉⲁⲩⲕⲟⲧϥ ϩⲛⲑⲁⲗⲡⲓⲱⲑ ⲉⲣⲉϣⲟ ⲛⲑⲩⲣⲱⲛ ⲁϣⲉ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲥⲟⲧⲉ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲛⲛⲇⲩⲛⲁⲧⲟⲥ
English: Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲉⲣⲉⲧⲟⲩⲉⲕⲓⲃⲉ ⲥⲛⲧⲉ ⲟ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲙⲙⲁⲥ ⲥⲛⲁⲩ ⲛϩⲁⲧⲣⲉⲉⲩ ⲛϭⲁϩⲥⲉ ⲉⲩⲙⲟⲟⲛ ϩⲛⲛⲉⲕⲣⲓⲛⲟⲛ
English: Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ϣⲁⲛⲧⲉⲡⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ϫⲱⲕ ⲛⲧⲉⲛϩⲁⲓⲃⲉⲥ ⲣⲓⲕⲉ
English: Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲛⲁⲛⲟⲩ ⲧⲏⲣⲉ ⲧⲁϣⲃⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲙⲛⲗⲁⲁⲩ ⲛϫⲃⲓⲛ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲉ
English: Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲁⲙⲏ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲙⲡⲗⲓⲃⲁⲛⲟⲥ ⲧⲁϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ⲁⲙⲏ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲙⲡⲗⲓⲃⲁⲛⲟⲥ ⲧⲉⲛⲁⲉⲓ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲕⲧⲟ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲧⲁⲣⲭⲏ ⲛⲧⲡⲓⲥⲧⲏⲥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲓϫⲛⲧⲁⲡⲉ ⲛⲥⲁⲛⲉⲓⲣ ⲙⲛϩⲉⲣⲙⲱⲛ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲛⲃⲏⲃ ⲛⲙⲙⲟⲩⲓ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛⲛⲧⲟⲩⲉⲓⲏ ⲛⲙⲡⲁⲣⲇⲁⲗⲓⲥ
English: Come from Libanus, my bride, come from Libanus: thou shalt come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲁⲣϥⲓ ⲡⲉⲛϩⲏⲧ ⲧⲁⲥⲱⲛⲉ ⲧⲁϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ⲁⲣϥⲓⲡⲉⲛϩⲏⲧ ϩⲛⲟⲩⲁ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲃⲁⲗ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲛⲛⲉⲓⲉⲡⲥⲁ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲟⲩⲙⲁⲕϩ
English: My sister, my spouse, thou hast ravished my heart; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ϫⲉⲁⲛⲟⲩⲉⲕⲓⲃⲉ ⲥⲁ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲙⲡⲏⲣⲡ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉⲥⲧⲟⲓ ⲛⲛⲟⲩϩⲟⲓⲧⲉ ϥϣⲱϣ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲉ ⲛϩⲏⲛⲉ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ
English: How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices!
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲛⲟⲩⲥⲡⲟⲧⲟⲩ ⲧⲁϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ⲉⲩϣⲟⲩⲉⲙⲟⲩⲗϩ ⲉⲡⲉⲥⲏⲧ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲟⲩⲉⲃⲓⲱ ⲙⲛⲟⲩⲉⲣⲱⲧⲉ ⲉϥϣⲟⲟⲡ ϩⲙⲡⲟⲩⲗⲁⲥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲉⲥⲧⲟⲓ ⲛⲛⲟⲩϩⲟⲓⲧⲉ ⲉϥⲟ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲙⲡⲉⲥⲧⲟⲓ ⲙⲡⲗⲓⲃⲁⲛⲟⲥ
English: Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲧⲁⲥⲱⲛⲉ ⲧⲁϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ⲉⲥⲟ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲕⲏⲡⲟⲥ ⲉϥϣⲟⲧⲙ ⲟⲩⲕⲏⲡⲟⲥ ⲉϥϣⲟⲧⲙ ⲟⲩⲡⲏⲅⲏ ⲉⲥⲧⲟⲟⲃⲉ
English: My sister, my spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲛⲉⲛⲧⲁⲧⲛⲛⲟⲟⲩⲥⲉ ⲛⲁⲛ ⲉⲩⲟ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲡⲁⲣⲁⲇⲓⲥⲟⲥ ⲙⲛⲡⲕⲁⲣⲡⲟⲥ ⲛⲛϣⲏⲛ ⲉⲧⲗⲉⲉⲗⲉ ϩⲉⲛⲕⲟⲩⲡⲣ ⲙⲛϩⲉⲛⲛⲁⲣⲇⲟⲥ
English: Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲟⲩⲛⲁⲣⲇⲟⲥ ⲙⲛⲟⲩⲕⲣⲟⲕⲟⲥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲟⲩⲕⲁϣ ⲙⲛⲟⲩⲕⲓⲛⲛⲁⲙⲱⲙⲟⲛ ⲙⲛⲛϣⲏⲛ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲗⲓⲃⲁⲛⲟⲥ ⲟⲩϣⲁⲗ ⲙⲛⲟⲩⲁⲗⲗⲱⲓ ⲙⲛⲛϩⲏⲛⲉ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲥⲟⲧⲡ
English: spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲉⲩⲟ ⲛⲧϩⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲡⲏⲅⲏ ⲛⲕⲁⲣⲡⲟⲥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲟⲩϣⲱⲧⲉ ⲙⲙⲟⲟⲩ ⲉϥⲟⲛϩ ⲉϥϣⲟⲩⲟ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲙⲡⲗⲓⲃⲁⲛⲟⲥ
English: a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_4
Coptic: ⲧⲱⲟⲩⲛⲅ ⲡⲧⲟⲩⲙϩⲓⲧ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲙⲟⲩ ⲡⲧⲟⲩⲣⲏⲥ ⲛⲅⲛⲓϥⲉ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲡⲁⲕⲏⲧⲟⲥ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲁϩⲏⲛⲉ ϯ ⲙⲡⲉⲩⲥⲧⲟⲓ
English: Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_5
Coptic: ⲙⲁⲣⲉⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲃⲱⲕ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ⲉⲡⲉϥⲕⲏⲡⲟⲥ ⲛϥⲟⲩⲱⲙ ⲛⲛⲕⲁⲣⲡⲟⲥ ⲛⲛϣⲏⲛ ⲁⲓⲃⲱⲕ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲡⲁⲕⲏⲡⲟⲥ ⲧⲁⲥⲱⲛⲉ ⲧⲁϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ⲁⲓϫⲱⲱⲗⲉ ⲙⲡⲁϣⲁⲗ ⲙⲛⲡⲁϣⲟⲩϩⲏⲛⲉ ⲁⲓⲟⲩⲱⲙ ⲙⲡⲁⲟⲉⲓⲕ ⲙⲛⲡⲁⲉⲃⲓⲱ ⲁⲓⲥⲱ ⲙⲡⲁⲏⲣⲡ ⲙⲛⲡⲁⲉⲣⲱⲧⲉ ⲟⲩⲱⲙ ϩⲱⲧⲧⲏⲩⲧⲛ ⲛⲁϣⲃⲏⲣ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲛⲥⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲛϯϩⲉ ⲛⲁⲥⲛⲏⲩ
English: Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yea, brethren, drink abundantly.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_5
Coptic: ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ϯⲟⲃϣ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲁϩⲏⲧ ⲣⲏⲥ ⲉⲓⲥ ⲡⲉϩⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲉϥⲧⲱϩⲙ ⲉⲡⲣⲟ ϫⲉⲁⲟⲩⲱⲛ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲧⲁⲥⲱⲛⲉ ⲧⲁϣⲃⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲧⲁϭⲣⲟⲟⲙⲡⲉ ⲉⲧϫⲏⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϫⲉⲁⲧⲁⲁⲡⲉ ⲙⲟⲩϩ ⲛⲉⲓⲱⲧⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲁϥⲱ ⲉⲧⲟⲗⲙ ⲁϥⲙⲟⲩϩ ⲛϫⲁϥ
English: I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_5
Coptic: ⲁⲓⲕⲁⲁⲧ ⲕⲁϩⲏⲩ ⲛⲧⲁϣⲧⲏⲛ ϩⲛⲧⲉⲟⲩϣⲏ ⲉⲓⲛⲁⲧⲁⲁⲥ ϩⲓⲱⲱⲧ ⲟⲛ ⲛⲁϣ ⲛϩⲉ ⲁⲓⲉⲓⲱ ⲛⲛⲁⲟⲩⲉⲣⲏⲧⲉ ⲉⲓⲛⲁⲧⲟⲗⲙⲟⲩ ⲛⲁϣ ⲛϩⲉ
English: I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_5
Coptic: ⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲁϥϫⲉⲩ ⲧⲟⲟⲧϥ ⲉϩⲟⲩⲛ ϩⲙⲡⲟⲩⲱϣ ⲙⲡⲣⲟ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲡⲁϩⲏⲧ ϣⲧⲟⲣⲧⲣ ⲛⲥⲱϥ
English: My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_5
Coptic: ⲁⲓⲧⲱⲟⲩⲛ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲉⲓⲛⲁⲟⲩⲱⲛ ⲙⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲁϭⲓϫ ⲁⲩϣⲟⲩⲉ ϣⲁⲗ ⲉⲡⲉⲥⲏⲧ ⲛⲁⲧⲏⲏⲃⲉ ⲁⲩϣⲟⲩⲉ ϣⲁⲗ ⲉϥⲥⲟⲧⲡ ⲁⲓⲥⲟⲩⲧⲛ ⲧⲟⲟⲧⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲉⲧⲕⲗⲗⲉ
English: I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_5
Coptic: ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲓⲟⲩⲱⲛ ⲙⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲁϥⲥⲁⲁⲧ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲧⲁⲯⲩⲭⲏ ⲟⲩⲁϩⲥ ⲛⲥⲁⲡⲉϥϣⲁϫⲉ ⲁⲓⲕⲱⲧⲉ ⲛⲥⲱϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲙⲡⲓϩⲉ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲁⲓⲙⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲙⲡϥⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ
English: I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_5
Coptic: ⲁⲩϩⲉ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ ⲛϭⲓⲛⲉⲧⲣⲟⲉⲓⲥ ϩⲛⲧⲡⲟⲗⲓⲥ ⲉⲩⲕⲱⲧⲉ ⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲁⲩⲣⲁϩⲧ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲩⲡⲗⲏⲅⲏ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ⲁⲩϥⲓ ⲙⲡⲁⲣϣⲱⲛ ⲛⲧⲟⲟⲧⲛϭⲓⲛⲉⲧⲣⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲉⲥⲟⲃⲧ
English: The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Text: 22_Song of Solomon_5
Coptic: ⲁⲓⲧⲁⲣⲕⲉⲧⲏⲩⲧⲛ ⲛϣⲉⲉⲣⲉ ⲛⲧϩⲓⲉⲣⲟⲩⲥⲁⲗⲏⲙ ϩⲛⲛϭⲟⲙ ⲁⲩⲱ ϩⲛⲛⲛⲟⲙⲧⲉ ⲛⲧⲥⲱϣⲉ ϫⲉⲉⲧⲉⲧⲛϣⲁⲛϩⲉ ⲉⲡⲁⲥⲟⲛ ⲟⲩ ⲡⲉⲧⲉⲧⲛⲁϫⲟⲟϥ ⲛⲁϥ ⲉⲧⲉⲧⲛⲁϫⲟⲟⲥ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉϯϫⲛϫⲏⲩ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲛⲧⲟⲟⲧⲥ ⲛⲧⲁⲅⲁⲡⲏ
English: I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.