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1 ⲁ̅ ⲙⲛⲛⲥⲁ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲉϥⲛⲏⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲧⲡⲉ ⲉⲩⲛⲧⲁϥ ⲟⲩⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲉⲝⲟⲩⲥⲓⲁ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁϥⲣ ⲟⲩⲟⲉⲓⲛ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲙ ⲡⲉϥⲉⲟⲟⲩ
After this I saw another angel, descending from heaven, invested with great authority; and the earth was illuminated by his splendor.
2 ⲃ̅ ⲁϥⲁϣⲕⲁⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲟⲩⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲥⲙⲏ ϫⲉ ⲁⲥϩⲉ ⲛϭⲓ ⲃⲁⲃⲩⲗⲱⲛ ⲛⲟϭ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲥϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲙⲙⲁ ⲛⲟⲩⲱϩ ⲛⲛⲇⲁⲓⲙⲱⲛⲓⲟⲛ ϩⲓ ⲡⲛⲁ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲛⲁⲕⲁⲑⲁⲣⲧⲟⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲙⲙⲁ ⲛϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲛⲑⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲛⲓⲙ ϩⲓ ϩⲁⲗⲏⲧ ⲛⲓⲙ ϩⲓ ⲁⲕⲁⲑⲁⲣⲧⲟⲛ ⲉⲧⲃⲏⲧ
With a mighty voice he cried – “She has fallen! She has fallen – Babylon the Great! She has become an abode of demons, a stronghold of every wicked spirit, a stronghold of every foul and hateful bird.
3 ⲅ̅ ϫⲉ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲙ ⲡⲏⲣⲡ ⲙⲡϭⲱⲛⲧ ⲛⲧⲉⲥⲡⲟⲣⲛⲓⲁ ⲁⲩϩⲉ ⲛϭⲓ ⲛϩⲉⲑⲛⲟⲥ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲣⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲁⲩⲡⲟⲣⲛⲉⲩⲉ ⲛⲙⲙⲁⲥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉⲙⲡⲟⲣⲟⲥ ⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲁⲩⲣⲣⲙⲙⲁⲟ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲧϭⲟⲙ ⲙⲡⲉⲥϫⲏⲣ
For, after drinking the maddening wine of her licentiousness, all the nations have fallen; while all the kings of the earth have had licentious intercourse with her, and the merchants of the earth have grown rich through the excess of her luxury.”
4 ⲇ̅ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲕⲉⲥⲙⲏ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲧⲡⲉ ⲉⲥϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲡⲁⲗⲁⲟⲥ ⲁⲙⲟⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲥ ϫⲉ ⲛⲛⲉⲧⲉⲧⲛⲕⲟⲓⲛⲟⲛⲉⲓ ⲛⲉⲥⲛⲟⲃⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲛⲉⲧⲛϫⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲛⲉⲥⲡⲗⲏⲅⲏ
Then I heard another voice from heaven saying – “Come out of her, my people, so that you may not participate in her sins, and that you may not suffer from the curses inflicted on her.
For her sins are heaped up to the heavens, and God has not forgotten her misdeeds.
6 ⲋ̅ ⲧⲱⲱⲃⲉ ⲛⲁⲥ ⲕⲁⲧⲁ ⲛⲉⲛⲧⲁⲥⲁⲁⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉⲥϩⲃⲏⲩⲉ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲛⲧⲟⲟⲃⲟⲩ ⲛⲁⲥ ⲛⲥⲉⲡⲥⲛⲁⲩ ϩⲙ ⲡⲉⲥϫⲱ ⲛⲧⲁⲥⲕⲉⲣⲁ ⲙⲙⲟϥ ⲕⲉⲣⲁ ⲛⲁⲥ ⲛⲥⲛⲁⲩ
Pay her back the treatment with which she has treated you; yes, repay twice over what her actions deserve; in the cup which she mixed for you, mix for her as much again;
7 ⲍ̅ ⲛⲉⲥϣⲟⲩϣⲟⲩ ⲙⲛ ⲛⲉⲥϫⲏⲣ ⲛⲧⲁⲥϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲟⲩ ϯ ⲉⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲁⲥ ⲛⲃⲁⲍⲁⲛⲟⲥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛϩⲏⲃⲉ ϫⲉ ⲉⲥϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϩⲙ ⲡⲉⲥϩⲏⲧ ϫⲉ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ϯⲛⲁϩⲙⲟⲟⲥ ⲁⲛ ⲉⲓⲟ ⲛⲭⲏⲣⲁ ⲟⲩⲇⲉ ⲛϯⲛⲁⲛⲁⲩ ⲁⲛ ⲉϩⲏⲃⲉ
for her self-glorification and her luxury, give her now an equal measure of torture and misery. In her heart she says ‘I sit here a queen; no widow am I; I will never know misery.’
8 ⲏ̅ ⲉⲧⲃⲉ ⲡⲁⲓ ϩⲛ ⲟⲩϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲟⲩⲱⲧ ⲥⲉⲛⲏⲩ ⲛϭⲓ ⲛⲉⲥⲡⲗⲏⲅⲏ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲡⲙⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡϩⲏⲃⲉ ⲙⲛ ⲡϩⲉⲃⲱⲛ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲥⲉⲣⲟⲕϩⲥ ϩⲛ ⲟⲩⲕⲱϩⲧ ϫⲉ ⲟⲩϫⲱⲱⲣⲉ ⲡⲉ ⲡϫⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲉⲧⲕⲣⲓⲛⲉ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ
Therefore in one day will these curses strike her – death, misery, and famine, and she will be utterly consumed by fire; for mighty is the Lord God who condemned her.”
9 ⲑ̅ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲣⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲥⲉⲛⲁⲣⲓⲙⲉ ⲛⲥⲉⲛⲉϩⲡⲉ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ⲉϫⲱⲥ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲧⲁⲩⲡⲟⲣⲛⲉⲩⲉ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁⲩϫⲏⲣ ⲛⲙⲙⲁⲥ ⲉⲩϣⲁⲛⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲡⲕⲁⲡⲛⲟⲥ ⲙⲡⲉⲥⲣⲱⲕϩ
All the kings of the earth who had licentious intercourse with her and shared her luxury will weep and lament over her, when they see the smoke from the burning city,
10 ⲓ̅ ⲉⲩⲁϩⲉⲣⲁⲧⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲟⲩⲉ ⲉⲧⲃⲉ ⲑⲟⲧⲉ ⲛⲧⲉⲥⲃⲁⲍⲁⲛⲟⲥ ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲟⲩⲟⲓ ⲟⲩⲟⲓ ⲛⲧⲛⲟϭ ⲙⲡⲟⲗⲓⲥ ⲧⲃⲁⲃⲩⲗⲱⲛ ⲧⲡⲟⲗⲓⲥ ⲉⲧⲧⲁϫⲣⲏⲩ ϫⲉ ϩⲛ ⲟⲩⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲛⲟⲩⲱⲧ ⲁϥⲉⲓ ⲛϭⲓ ⲡⲉⲥϩⲁⲡ
while they stand at a distance, horrified at her torture, and cry – “Alas! Alas! Great city! Mighty city of Babylon! In a single hour your judgment fell.”
And the merchants of the earth weep and wail over her, because no longer does anyone buy their cargoes –
12 ⲓ̅ⲃ̅ ⲟⲩⲁⲩⲉⲓⲛ ⲛⲛⲟⲩⲃ ϩⲓ ϩⲁⲧ ϩⲓ ⲉⲛⲉⲙⲙⲉ ϩⲓ ⲙⲁⲣⲅⲁⲣⲓⲧⲏⲥ ϩⲓ ϣⲛⲥ ϩⲓ ϫⲏϭⲉ ϩⲓ ⲥⲓⲣⲓⲕⲟⲛ ϩⲓ ⲕⲟⲕⲕⲟⲥ ϩⲓ ϣⲉ ⲛⲑⲩⲓⲛⲟⲛ ϩⲓ ⲥⲕⲉⲟⲥ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲛⲉⲗⲉⲫⲁⲛⲧⲓⲛⲟⲛ ϩⲓ ⲥⲕⲉⲟⲥ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲛϣⲉ ⲉϥⲧⲁⲓⲏⲩ ϩⲓ ϩⲟⲙⲛⲧ ϩⲓ ⲡⲉⲛⲓⲡⲉ ϩⲓ ⲙⲁⲣⲙⲁⲣⲟⲛ
their cargoes of gold, or silver, or precious stones, or pearls, or fine linen, or purple robes, or silk, or scarlet cloth; nor their many scented woods; nor their many articles of ivory; nor their many articles of choicest wood, or brass, or iron, or marble;
13 ⲓ̅ⲅ̅ ϩⲓ ⲕⲓⲛⲛⲁⲙⲟⲙⲟⲛ ϩⲓ ⲁⲙⲟⲙⲟⲛ ϩⲓ ϣⲟⲩϩⲏⲛⲉ ϩⲓ ⲥⲧⲟⲓ ϩⲓ ⲗⲓⲃⲁⲛⲟⲥ ϩⲓ ⲏⲣⲡ ϩⲓ ⲛⲉϩ ϩⲓ ⲥⲁⲙⲓⲧ ϩⲓ ⲧⲃⲛⲏ ϩⲓ ⲉⲥⲟⲟⲩ ϩⲓ ϩⲧⲟ ϩⲓ ⲙⲁⲥⲡⲟⲣⲕ ϩⲓ ϭⲁⲙⲟⲩⲗ ϩⲓ ⲃⲣϭⲟⲟⲩⲧ ϩⲓ ϩⲙϩⲁⲗ
nor their cinnamon, or spice, or incense, or perfumes, or frankincense, or wine, or oil, or fine flour, or wheat, or cattle, or sheep; nor their horses, or chariots, or slaves; nor the bodies and souls of people.
14 ⲓ̅ⲇ̅ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲧⲟⲡⲱⲣⲁ ⲛⲧⲟⲩⲉⲡⲓⲑⲩⲙⲓⲁ ⲛⲧⲟⲩⲯⲩⲭⲏ ⲁⲥⲃⲱⲕ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲟⲩⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲧⲣⲩⲫⲏ ⲉⲧⲛⲁϣⲱⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲧⲁⲕⲟ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲥⲉⲛⲁϩⲉ ⲉⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲁⲛ
The fruit that your soul craved is no longer within your reach, and all dainties and luxuries are lost to you, never to be found again.
The merchants who sold these things, and grew rich by her, will stand at a distance weeping and wailing, horrified at her torture, and crying –
16 ⲓ̅ⲋ̅ ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲟⲩⲟⲓ ⲟⲩⲟⲓ ⲛⲧⲛⲟϭ ⲙⲡⲟⲗⲓⲥ ⲧⲉⲧϭⲟⲟⲗⲉ ⲛϣⲛⲥ ϩⲓ ϫⲏϭⲉ ϩⲓ ⲕⲟⲕⲕⲟⲥ ϩⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲃ ϩⲓ ⲉⲛⲉⲙⲙⲉ ϩⲓ ⲙⲁⲣⲅⲁⲣⲓⲧⲏⲥ
“Alas! Alas! Great city! City clothed in fine linen, and purple, and scarlet cloth! City adorned with gold ornaments, and precious stones, and pearls!
17 ⲓ̅ⲍ̅ ϫⲉ ϩⲛ ⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲛⲟⲩⲱⲧ ⲁⲥϣⲱϥ ⲛϭⲓ ϯⲛⲟϭ ⲙⲙⲛⲧⲣⲙⲙⲁⲟ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲣⲉϥⲣϩⲙⲙⲉ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲙⲛ ⲛⲉⲧⲥϭⲏⲣ ϩⲛ ⲛⲉⲓⲉⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲙⲛ ⲛⲛⲉϥ ⲙⲛ ⲛⲉⲧⲣ ϩⲱⲃ ϩⲛ ⲑⲁⲗⲁⲥⲥⲁ ⲁⲩⲁϩⲉⲣⲁⲧⲟⲩ ⲙⲡⲟⲩⲉ
In a single hour your vast wealth vanished.” Every ship’s captain and all who sail to any port, and sailors, and all who get their living from the sea, stood at a distance,
18 ⲓ̅ⲏ̅ ⲁⲩⲁϣⲕⲁⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲉⲩⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲡⲕⲁⲡⲛⲟⲥ ⲙⲡⲉⲥⲣⲱⲕϩ ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲡⲉⲧⲧⲛⲧⲱⲛ ⲉⲧⲉⲓⲡⲟⲗⲓⲥ ⲛⲟϭ ⲧⲁⲓ ⲛⲧⲁⲩⲣ ⲣⲙⲙⲁⲟ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲥ ⲛϭⲓ ⲛⲁⲣⲭⲱⲛ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ
and seeing the smoke from the burning city, cried – “What city can compare with the Great city?”
19 ⲓ̅ⲑ̅ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉⲩⲛⲉϫ ⲉⲓⲧⲛ ⲉϫⲛ ⲛⲉⲩⲁⲡⲏⲩⲉ ⲉⲩϫⲓ ϣⲕⲁⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲉⲩⲣⲓⲙⲉ ⲉⲩⲣ ϩⲏⲃⲉ ⲉⲩϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲟⲩⲟⲓ ⲟⲩⲟⲓ ⲛⲧⲛⲟϭ ⲙⲡⲟⲗⲓⲥ ⲧⲁⲓ ⲛⲧⲁⲩⲣ ⲣⲙⲙⲁⲟ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲥ ⲛϭⲓ ⲛⲉⲧⲉⲟⲩⲛⲧⲁⲩ ⲛⲉϫⲏⲩ ϩⲛ ⲑⲁⲗⲁⲥⲥⲁ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲧⲉⲥⲙⲛⲧⲣⲙⲙⲁⲟ ϫⲉ ϩⲛ ⲟⲩⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲛⲟⲩⲱⲧ ⲁⲥⲣ ϫⲁⲓⲉ
They threw dust on their heads, and, as they wept and wailed, they cried – “Alas! Alas! Great city! All who have ships on the sea grew rich through her magnificence. In a single hour it has vanished.”
20 ⲕ̅ ⲉⲩⲫⲣⲁⲛⲉ ⲧⲡⲉ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ⲉϫⲱⲥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉⲧⲟⲩⲁⲁⲃ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲁⲡⲟⲥⲧⲟⲗⲟⲥ ⲙⲛ ⲛⲉⲡⲣⲟⲫⲏⲧⲏⲥ ϫⲉ ⲁⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲕⲣⲓⲛⲉ ⲙⲡⲉⲧⲛϩⲁⲡ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲥ
Rejoice over her, heaven, and people of Christ, and apostles, and prophets, for God has avenged you on her!
21 ⲕ̅ⲁ̅ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲟⲩⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲛϫⲱⲱⲣⲉ ⲁϥϥⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲱⲛⲉ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲱⲛⲉ ⲛⲛⲟⲩⲧ ⲁϥⲛⲟϫϥ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ⲉⲑⲁⲗⲁⲥⲥⲁ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲧⲁⲓ ⲧⲉ ⲑⲉ ⲉⲧⲟⲩⲛⲁⲧⲁⲩⲟ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ϩⲛ ⲟⲩⲥϣⲛⲉ ⲛⲧⲃⲁⲃⲩⲗⲱⲛ ⲧⲛⲟϭ ⲙⲡⲟⲗⲓⲥ ⲛⲥⲉⲧⲙϩⲉ ⲉⲣⲟⲥ
Then a mighty angel took up a stone like a great millstone, and threw it into the sea, crying – “So will Babylon, the great city, be violently overthrown, never more to be seen.
22 ⲕ̅ⲃ̅ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲕⲓⲑⲁⲣⲱⲇⲟⲥ ϩⲓ ⲙⲟⲩⲥⲓⲕⲟⲛ ϩⲓ ⲣⲉϥϫⲱ ϩⲓ ⲥⲁⲗⲡⲓⲅⲝ ⲛⲛⲉⲩⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲥ ϫⲓⲛ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲧⲉⲭⲛⲓⲧⲏⲥ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲛⲧⲉⲭⲛⲏ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲛⲛⲉⲩϭⲛⲧⲟⲩ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲉ ϫⲓⲛ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲛⲉⲩⲥⲱⲧⲙ ϩⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲙⲙⲁⲭⲁⲛⲏ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲉ ϫⲓⲛ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲟⲩ
No more will the music of harpers, or minstrels, or flute players, or trumpeters be heard in you, no more will any worker, skilled in any art, be found in you; no more will the sound of a mill be heard in you;
23 ⲕ̅ⲅ̅ ⲟⲩⲇⲉ ⲥⲙⲏ ⲙⲡⲁⲧϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ϩⲓ ϣⲉⲗⲉⲉⲧ ⲟⲩⲇⲉ ⲛⲛⲉⲩϫⲉⲣⲉ ϩⲏⲃⲥ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲉ ϫⲓⲛ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲟⲩ ⲛⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲛⲉⲩⲟ ⲛⲉϣⲱⲧ ⲛⲉ ϫⲉ ϩⲣⲁⲓ ϩⲛ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲛⲧⲣⲉϥⲡⲁϩⲣⲉ ⲁⲩⲡⲗⲁⲛⲁ ⲛϭⲓ ⲛϩⲉⲑⲛⲟⲥ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ
no more will the light of a lamp shine in you; no more will the voices of groom and bride be heard in you. Your merchants were the great men of the earth, for all the nations were deceived by your magical charms.”
Yes, and in her was to be found the blood of the prophets and of Christ’s people, and of all who have been put to death on the earth.
