Revelation 14
1 I saw, and behold, the Lamb standing on Mount Zion, and with him a number, one hundred forty-four thousand, having his name and the name of his Father written on their foreheads.
ⲁ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⳿ⲉⲡⲓϩⲓⲏⲃ ⲉϥⲟϩⲓ ⳿ⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ⲡⲓⲧⲱⲟⲩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲥⲓⲱⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲣ̅ⲙ̅ⲇ̅ ⳿ⲛϣⲟ ⲉⲩⲭⲏ ⲛⲉⲙⲁϥ ⲉⲣⲉ ⲡⲉϥⲣⲁⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⳿ⲫⲣⲁⲛ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉϥⲓⲱⲧ ⲉϥ⳿ⲥϧⲏⲟⲩⲧ ϩⲓ ⲧⲟⲩⲧⲉϩⲛⲓ.
2 I heard a sound from heaven like the sound of many waters and like the sound of a great thunder. The sound which I heard was like that of harpists playing on their harps.
ⲃ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲉⲙ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩ⳿ⲥⲙⲏ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲧⲫⲉ ⳿ⲙ⳿ⲫⲣⲏϯ ⳿ⲛⲟⲩⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛϧⲁⲣⲁⲃⲁⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ϯ⳿ⲥⲙⲏ ⲉⲧⲁⲓⲥⲟⲑⲙⲉⲥ ⳿ⲙ⳿ⲫⲣⲏϯ ⳿ⲛϩⲁⲛⲣⲉϥⲉⲣⲟⲩⲱⲓⲛⲓ.
3 They sing a new song before the throne and before the four living creatures and the elders. No one could learn the song except the one hundred forty-four thousand, those who had been redeemed out of the earth.
ⲅ̅ⲉⲩϩⲱⲥ ϧⲉⲛ ⲟⲩϩⲱⲇⲏ ⳿ⲙⲃⲉⲣⲓ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲑⲟ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓ⳿ⲑⲣⲟⲛⲟⲥ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲑⲟ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓⲇ̅ ⳿ⲛⲍⲱⲟⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲛⲓ⳿ⲡⲣⲉⲥⲃⲩⲧⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉ ⳿ϩⲗⲓ ϫⲉⲙϫⲟⲙ ⳿ⲉ⳿ⲉⲙⲓ ⳿ⲉϯϩⲱⲇⲏ ⳿ⲉⲃⲏⲗ ⳿ⲉⲡⲓⲣ̅ⲙ̅ⲇ̅ ⳿ⲛϣⲟ ⲛⲏⲉⲧⲁⲩϣⲟⲡⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ.
4 These are those who were not defiled with women, for they are virgins. These are those who follow the Lamb wherever he goes. These were redeemed by Jesus from among men, the first fruits to God and to the Lamb.
ⲇ̅ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲏⲉⲧⲉ ⳿ⲙⲡⲟⲩⲑⲱⲗⲉⲃ ⳿ⲛⲛⲟⲩ⳿ϩⲃⲱⲥ ⲛⲉⲙ ⳿ⲥϩⲓⲙⲓ ϩⲁⲛⲡⲁⲣⲑⲉⲛⲟⲥ ⲅⲁⲣ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲏⲉⲑⲙⲟϣⲓ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲓϩⲓⲏⲃ ⳿ⲉⲡⲓⲙⲁ ⲉⲧⲉϥⲛⲁϣⲉ ⲛⲁϥ ⳿ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲏⲉⲧⲁⲩϣⲟⲡⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲛⲓⲣⲱⲙⲓ ⳿ⲛⲁⲡⲁⲣⲭⲏ ⳿ⲙⲫϯ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲓϩⲓⲏⲃ.
5 In their mouth was found no lie, for they are blameless.
ⲉ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⳿ⲙⲡⲟⲩϫⲉⲙ ⳿ϩⲗⲓ ⳿ⲙⲙⲉⲑⲛⲟⲩϫ ϧⲉⲛ ⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲥⲉⲧⲟⲩⲃⲏⲟⲩⲧ ⲅⲁⲣ.
6 I saw an angel flying in mid heaven, having the consummate (aiōnios g166) Good News to proclaim to those who dwell on the earth—to every nation, tribe, language, and people.
ⲋ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⳿ⲉⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲉϥϩⲏⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲑⲙⲏϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ⲧⲫⲉ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲉⲩⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲓⲟⲛ ⳿ⲛⲉⲛⲉϩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲉϥϩⲓϣⲉⲛⲛⲟⲩϥⲓ ⳿ⲛⲛⲏⲉⲧϣⲟⲡ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲛⲉⲙ ⳿ϣⲗⲟⲗ ⲛⲓⲃⲉⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲫⲩⲗⲏ ⲛⲓⲃⲉⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲗⲁⲟⲥ ⲛⲓⲃⲉⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲗⲁⲥ ⲛⲓⲃⲉⲛ. (aiōnios g166)
7 He said with a loud voice, “Fear the Lord, and give him glory, for the hour of his judgment has come. Worship him who made the heaven, the earth, the sea, and the springs of waters!”
ⲍ̅ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϧⲉⲛ ⲟⲩⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ϧⲣⲱⲟⲩ ϫⲉ ⲁⲣⲓϩⲟϯ ϧⲁ⳿ⲧϩⲏ ⳿ⲙⲫϯ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲙⲁⲱⲟⲩ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉ ⲁⲥ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ϯⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲉϥϩⲁⲡ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ ⳿ⲙⲫⲏⲉⲧⲁϥⲑⲁⲙⲓ⳿ⲉ ⳿ⲧⲫⲉ ⲛⲉⲙ ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲛⲉⲙ ⳿ⲫⲓⲟⲙ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲛⲓⲙⲱⲟⲩ.
8 Another, a second angel, followed, saying, “Babylon the great has fallen, which has made all the nations to drink of the wine of the wrath of her sexual immorality.”
ⲏ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⳿ⲙⲙⲁϩⲃ̅ ⲁϥⲙⲟϣⲓ ⳿ⲛⲥⲱϥ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲁⲥϩⲉⲓ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ⲃⲁⲃⲩⲗⲱⲛ ϯⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲡⲏⲣⲡ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲃⲟⲛ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲧⲉⲥⲡⲟⲣⲛⲓⲁ ⲁⲩϩⲉⲓ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ⲛⲓⲉⲑⲛⲟⲥ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ.
9 Another angel, a third, followed them, saying with a great voice, “If anyone worships the beast and his image, and receives a mark on his forehead or on his hand,
ⲑ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⳿ⲙⲙⲁϩⲅ̅ ⲁϥⲙⲟϣⲓ ⳿ⲛⲥⲱⲟⲩ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲫⲏⲉⲑⲛⲁⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓⲑⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲧⲉϥϩⲩⲕⲱⲛ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉϥⲧⲟⲃϥ ⳿ⲉⲧⲉϥⲧⲉϩⲛⲓ ⲓⲉ ⲧⲉϥϫⲓϫ.
10 he also will drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is prepared unmixed in the cup of his anger. He will be tormented with fire and sulfur in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the Lamb.
ⲓ̅⳿ⲛⲑⲟϥ ⲉⲑⲛⲁⲥⲱ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲡⲓⲏⲣⲡ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲃⲟⲛ ⳿ⲙⲫϯ ⲫⲏⲉⲧⲑⲏⲧ ⳿ⲛⲏⲣⲡ ⳿ⲛⲁⲕⲣⲁⲧⲟⲛ ϧⲉⲛ ⲡⲓ⳿ⲁⲫⲟⲧ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲉϥϫⲱⲛⲧ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉⲩ⳿ⲉⲉⲣⲃⲁⲥⲁⲛⲓⲍⲓⲛ ⳿ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ϧⲉⲛ ⲟⲩ ⳿ⲭⲣⲱⲙ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲟⲩⲑⲏⲛ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲑⲟ ⳿ⲛⲛⲓⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲉ⳿ⲙⲑⲟ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓϩⲓⲏⲃ.
11 The smoke of their torment goes up for ages (aiōn g165) of ages (aiōn g165). They have no rest day and night, those who worship the beast and his image, and whoever receives the mark of his name.
ⲓ̅ⲁ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲡⲓ⳿ⲭⲣⲉⲙⲧⲥ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲟⲩ⳿ⲧϩⲉⲙⲕⲟ ⲉϥ⳿ⲉϣⲉ ⳿ⲉ⳿ⲡϣⲱⲓ ϣⲁ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϫⲉ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲛ ⳿ⲙⲧⲟⲛ ⳿ⲙⲙⲁⲩ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓ⳿ⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲓⲉϫⲱⲣϩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲛⲏⲉⲑⲛⲁⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓⲑⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲧⲉϥϩⲩⲕⲱⲛ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲫⲏⲉⲑⲛⲁϭⲓ ⳿ⲙⲡⲓϣⲱⲗϩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲡⲉϥⲣⲁⲛ. (aiōn g165)
12 Here is the perseverance of the saints, those who keep the commandments of God and the faith of Jesus.”
ⲓ̅ⲃ̅ⲫⲏ ⲇⲉ ⲉⲑⲛⲁ⳿ⲁⲙⲟⲛⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲛⲓⲁⲅⲓⲟⲥ ⲛⲏⲉⲑⲛⲁ⳿ⲁⲣⲉϩ ⳿ⲉⲛⲓⲉⲛⲧⲟⲗⲏ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲫϯ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲡⲓⲛⲁϩϯ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ Ⲓⲏ̅ⲥ̅ Ⲡⲭ̅ⲥ̅.
13 I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write, ‘Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.’” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “that they may rest from their labors, for their works follow with them.”
ⲓ̅ⲅ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲉⲙ ⳿ⲉⲕⲉⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ϧⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲧⲫⲉ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲱⲟⲩ⳿ⲛⲓⲁⲧⲟⲩ ⳿ⲛⲛⲓⲣⲉϥⲙⲱⲟⲩⲧ ϧⲉⲛ Ⲡ⳪ ⲁⲩϣⲁⲛⲧⲱⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲓⲥϫⲉⲛ ϯⲛⲟⲩ ⳿ϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ⲡⲓⲡ͞ⲛⲁ̅ ϩⲓⲛⲁ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲩ⳿ⲙⲧⲟⲛ ⳿ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⲓⲥϫⲉⲛ ϯⲛⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲛⲟⲩϧⲓⲥⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲛⲟⲩ⳿ϩⲃⲏⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ ⲉⲩ⳿ⲉⲙⲟϣⲓ ⳿ⲛⲥⲱⲟⲩ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉϥϭⲓⲙⲱⲓⲧ ϧⲁϫⲱⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉ⳿ϧⲣⲏⲓ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲙⲟⲩⲙⲓ ⳿ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⳿ⲛⲱⲛϧ.
14 I looked, and saw a white cloud, and on the cloud one sitting like a son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle.
ⲓ̅ⲇ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩϭⲏⲡⲓ ⲉⲥⲟⲩⲱⲃϣ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⳿ⲙ⳿ⲡϣⲱⲓ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ϯϭⲏⲡⲓ ⲉϥϩⲉⲙⲥⲓ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ⲟⲩⲁⲓ ⲉϥⲟⲛⲓ ⳿ⲛⲟⲩϣⲏⲣⲓ ⳿ⲛⲣⲱⲙⲓ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩ⳿ⲭⲗⲟⲙ ⳿ⲛⲛⲟⲩⲃ ϩⲓϫⲱϥ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲥⲏϥⲓ ⲉⲥϩⲓⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ ϧⲉⲛ ⲧⲉϥϫⲓϫ.
15 Another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him who sat on the cloud, “Send your sickle and reap, for the hour to reap has come; for the harvest of the earth is ripe!”
ⲓ̅ⲉ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲁϥ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲡⲓⲉⲣⲫⲉⲓ ⲉϥⲱϣ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲟⲩⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ϧⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ⳿ⲙⲫⲏⲉⲧϩⲉⲙⲥⲓ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ϯϭⲏⲡⲓ ϫⲉ ⲟⲩⲱⲣⲡ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉⲕⲱⲥϧ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲱⲥϧ ϫⲉ ⲁⲥ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ϯⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⳿ⲡⲱⲥϧ ⳿ⲙ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ.
16 He who sat on the cloud thrust his sickle on the earth, and the earth was reaped.
ⲓ̅ⲋ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲫⲏⲉⲧϩⲉⲙⲥⲓ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ϯϭⲏⲡⲓ ⲁϥⲟⲩⲱⲣⲡ ⳿ⲙⲡⲉϥⲱⲥϧ ϩⲓϫⲉⲛ ⲡⲓⲕⲁϩⲓ.
17 Another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven. He also had a sharp sickle.
ⲓ̅ⲍ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⳿ⲉⲁϥ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⳿ⲧⲫⲉ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲥⲏϥⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲉⲥϩⲓⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ.
18 Another angel came out from the altar, he who has power over fire, and he called with a great voice to him who had the sharp sickle, saying, “Send your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for the earth’s grapes are fully ripe!”
ⲓ̅ⲏ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲁϥ⳿ⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛ ⲡⲓⲙⲁ⳿ⲛⲉⲣϣⲱⲟⲩϣⲓ ⳿ⲉⲟⲩⲟⲛ ⲟⲩⲉⲣϣⲓϣⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲟⲩ⳿ⲭⲣⲱⲙ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥⲙⲟⲩϯ ϧⲉⲛ ⲟⲩⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ϧⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⳿ⲉⲫⲏⲉⲧⲉ ϯⲥⲏϥⲓ ⲉⲧϩⲓⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⳿ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲟⲩⲱⲣⲡ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉⲕⲥⲏϥⲓ ⲉⲧϩⲓⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ϭⲉⲗ ⲡⲓ⳿ⲥⲙⲁϩ ⳿ⲛⲁⲗⲟⲗⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ.
19 The angel thrust his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vintage of the earth and threw it into the great wine press of the wrath of God.
ⲓ̅ⲑ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁ ⲡⲓⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ϩⲓⲟⲩ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉϥⲥⲏ ϥⲓ ⳿ⲉ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥϭⲉⲗ ⲡⲓ⳿ⲁⲗⲟⲗⲓ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⳿ⲡⲕⲁϩⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥϩⲓⲧϥ ⳿ⲉ⳿ϧⲣⲏⲓ ⳿ⲉϯⲛⲓϣϯ ⳿ⲛ⳿ϩⲣⲱⲧ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⳿ⲡⲉⲙⲃⲟⲛ ⳿ⲙⲫϯ.
20 The wine press was trodden outside of the city, and blood came out of the wine press, up to the bridles of the horses, as far as one thousand six hundred stadia.
ⲕ̅ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥϩⲱⲙⲓ ⳿ⲛϯ⳿ϩⲣⲱⲧ ⲥⲁⲃⲟⲗ ⳿ⲛϯⲃⲁⲕⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥ⳿ⲓ ⳿ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⳿ⲛϫⲉ ⲟⲩ⳿ⲥⲛⲟϥ ϧⲉⲛ ϯ⳿ϩⲣⲱⲧ ϣⲁ ⲛⲓⲭⲁⲗⲓⲛⲟⲩⲥ ⳿ⲛⲧⲉ ⲛⲓ⳿ϩⲑⲱⲣ ⳿ⲛⲟⲩϣⲟ ⲛⲉⲙ ⲭ̅ ⳿ⲛ⳿ⲥⲧⲁⲇⲓⲟⲛ
