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God, that spak sum tyme bi prophetis in many maneres to oure fadris, at the
2 ⲃ̅ ⲈⲠϦⲀⲈ ⲆⲈ ⲚⲦⲈⲚⲀⲒⲈϨⲞⲞⲨ ⲚⲀⲒ ⲀϤⲤⲀϪⲒ ⲚⲈⲘⲀⲚ ϦⲈⲚⲞⲨϢⲎⲢⲒ ⲪⲀⲒ ⲈⲦⲀϤⲬⲀϤ ⲚⲔⲖⲎⲢⲞⲚⲞⲘⲞⲤ ⲚⲞⲨⲞⲚ ⲚⲒⲂⲈⲚ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϨⲒⲦⲞⲦϤ ⲀϤⲐⲀⲘⲒⲈ ⲚⲚⲒⲈⲚⲈϨ (aiōn g165)
laste in these daies he hath spoke to vs bi the sone; whom he hath ordeyned eir of alle thingis, and bi whom he made the worldis. (aiōn g165)
3 ⲅ̅ ⲈⲦⲈ ⲚⲐⲞϤ ⲠⲈ ⲠⲒⲘⲞⲨⲈ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲈϤⲰⲞⲨ ⲚⲈⲘ ⲠⲤⲘⲞⲦ ⲚⲦⲈⲦⲈϤϨⲨⲠⲞⲤⲦⲀⲤⲒⲤ ⲈϤϤⲀⲒ ϦⲀ ⲠⲦⲎⲢϤ ϦⲈⲚⲠⲤⲀϪⲒ ⲚⲦⲈⲦⲈϤϪⲞⲘ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϨⲒⲦⲞⲦϤ ⲀϤⲒⲢⲒ ⲚⲞⲨⲦⲞⲨⲂⲞ ⲚⲦⲈⲚⲒⲚⲞⲂⲒ ⲀϤϨⲈⲘⲤⲒ ⲤⲀⲞⲨⲒⲚⲀⲘ ⲚϮⲘⲈⲦⲚⲒϢϮ ϦⲈⲚⲚⲎ ⲈⲦϬⲞⲤⲒ.
Which whanne also he is the briytnesse of glorie, and figure of his substaunce, and berith alle thingis bi word of his vertu, he makith purgacioun of synnes, and syttith on the riythalf of the maieste in heuenes;
4 ⲇ̅ ⲈⲀϤϢⲰⲠⲒ ⲈϤⲤⲰⲦⲠ ⲈϨⲞⲦⲈ ⲚⲒⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ⲚⲦⲀⲒⲘⲀⲒⲎ ⲘⲠⲒⲢⲎϮ ⲈⲦⲀϤⲈⲢⲔⲖⲎⲢⲞⲚⲞⲘⲒⲚ ⲚⲞⲨⲢⲀⲚ ⲈⲞⲨⲞⲚ ϢⲒⲂϮ ⲘⲘⲞϤ ⲈϨⲞⲦⲈⲢⲰⲞⲨ.
and so myche is maad betere than aungels, bi hou myche he hath eneritid a more dyuerse name bifor hem.
5 ⲉ̅ ⲈⲦⲀϤϪⲞⲤ ⲄⲀⲢ ⲚⲚⲒⲘ ⲚⲐⲚⲀⲨ ϦⲈⲚⲚⲒⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ϪⲈ ⲚⲐⲞⲔ ⲠⲈ ⲠⲀϢⲎⲢⲒ ⲀⲚⲞⲔ ⲀⲒϪⲪⲞⲔ ⲘⲪⲞⲞⲨ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲠⲀⲖⲒⲚ ϪⲈ ⲀⲚⲞⲔ ⲈⲒⲈϢⲰⲠⲒ ⲚⲀϤ ⲈⲨⲒⲰⲦ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲚⲐⲞϤ ⲈϤⲈϢⲰⲠⲒ ⲚⲎⲒ ⲈⲨϢⲎⲢⲒ.
For to whiche of the aungels seide God ony tyme, Thou art my sone, Y haue gendrid thee to dai? And eftsoone, Y schal be to hym in to a fadir, and he schal be to me in to a sone?
6 ⲋ̅ ⲈϢⲰⲠ ⲆⲈ ⲞⲚ ⲀϤϢⲀⲚⲒⲚⲒ ⲘⲠⲒϢⲞⲢⲠ ⲘⲘⲒⲤⲒ ⲈϦⲞⲨⲚ ⲈϮⲞⲒⲔⲞⲨⲘⲈⲚⲎ ⲈϤϪⲰ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ϪⲈ ⲘⲀⲢⲞⲨⲞⲨⲰϢⲦ ⲘⲘⲞϤ ⲦⲎⲢⲞⲨ ⲚϪⲈⲚⲒⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ⲚⲦⲈⲪⲚⲞⲨϮ.
And whanne eftsoone he bryngith in the firste bigetun sone in to the world, he seith, And alle the aungels of God worschipe hym.
7 ⲍ̅ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲈⲐⲂⲈ ⲚⲒⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ϤϪⲰ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ϪⲈ ⲪⲎ ⲈⲦⲀϤⲐⲀⲘⲒⲞ ⲚⲚⲈϤⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ⲚϨⲀⲚⲠⲚⲈⲨⲘⲀⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲚⲈϤⲢⲈϤϢⲈⲘϢⲒ ⲚⲞⲨϢⲀϨ ⲚⲬⲢⲰⲘ.
But he seith to aungels, He that makith hise aungels spiritis, and hise mynystris flawme of fier.
8 ⲏ̅ ⲈⲐⲂⲈ ⲠϢⲎⲢⲒ ⲆⲈ ϤϪⲰ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ϪⲈ ⲠⲈⲔⲐⲢⲞⲚⲞⲤ ⲪⲚⲞⲨϮ ϢⲀ ⲈⲚⲈϨ ⲚⲦⲈⲠⲒⲈⲚⲈϨ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲠϢⲂⲰⲦ ⲘⲠⲤⲰⲞⲨⲦⲈⲚ ⲠⲈ ⲠϢⲂⲰⲦ ⲚⲦⲈⲦⲈⲔⲘⲈⲦⲞⲨⲢⲞ. (aiōn g165)
But to the sone he seith, God, thi trone is in to the world of world; a yerde of equite is the yerde of thi rewme; (aiōn g165)
9 ⲑ̅ ϪⲈ ⲀⲔⲘⲈⲚⲢⲈ ϮⲘⲈⲐⲘⲎⲒ ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲀⲔⲘⲈⲤⲦⲈ ⲦⲞϪⲒ ⲈⲐⲂⲈⲪⲀⲒ ⲀϤⲐⲀϨⲤⲔ ⲚϪⲈⲪⲚⲞⲨϮ ⲠⲈⲔⲚⲞⲨϮ ⲚⲞⲨⲚⲈϨ ⲚⲐⲈⲖⲎⲖ ⲈϨⲞⲦⲈ ⲚⲎ ⲈⲦϦⲀⲐⲞⲨⲰⲔ.
thou hast louyd riytwisnesse, and hatidist wickidnesse; therfor the God, thi God, anoyntide thee with oile of ioye, more than thi felowis.
And, Thou, Lord, in the bigynnyng foundidist the erthe, and heuenes ben werkis of thin hondis; thei schulen perische,
but thou schalt perfitli dwelle; and alle schulen wexe elde as a cloth, and thou schalt chaunge hem as a cloth,
and thei schulen be chaungid. But thou art the same thi silf, and thi yeeris schulen not faile.
13 ⲓ̅ⲅ̅ ⲈⲦⲀϤϪⲞⲤ ⲄⲀⲢ ⲚⲚⲒⲘ ⲚⲐⲚⲀⲨ ϦⲈⲚⲚⲒⲀⲄⲄⲈⲖⲞⲤ ϪⲈ ϨⲈⲘⲤⲒ ⲤⲀⲞⲨⲒⲚⲀⲘ ⲘⲘⲞⲒ ϢⲀϮⲬⲀ ⲚⲈⲔϪⲀϪⲒ ⲤⲀⲠⲈⲤⲎⲦ ⲚⲚⲈⲔϬⲀⲖⲀⲨϪ.
But to whiche of the aungels seide God at ony tyme, Sitte thou on my riythalf, till Y putte thin enemyes a stool of thi feet?
14 ⲓ̅ⲇ̅ ⲘⲎ ⲚⲀⲒ ⲦⲎⲢⲞⲨ ϨⲀⲚⲠⲚⲈⲨⲘⲀⲚⲢⲈϤⲪⲰϢⲈⲚ ⲀⲚ ⲚⲈⲈⲨⲞⲨⲰⲢⲠ ⲘⲘⲰⲞⲨ ⲈⲨⲆⲒⲀⲔⲰⲚⲒⲀ ⲈⲐⲂⲈ ⲚⲎ ⲈⲐⲚⲀⲈⲢⲔⲖⲎⲢⲞⲚⲞⲘⲒⲚ ⲚⲞⲨⲚⲞϨⲈⲘ.
Whether thei alle ben not seruynge spiritis, sente to seruen for hem that taken the eritage of heelthe?
