Revelation 10

1 And I sawe another mightie Angel come downe from heauen, clothed with a cloude, and the raine bowe vpon his head, and his face was as the sunne, and his feete as pillars of fire.

ⲁ̅ⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲉϥϭⲙϭⲟⲙ ⲉϥⲛⲏⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲧⲡⲉ ⲉⲣⲉⲟⲩⲕⲗⲟⲟⲗⲉ ϩⲓⲱϥ ⲉⲣⲉⲟⲩⲟⲉⲓⲛ ϩⲓϫⲛ ⲧⲉϥⲁⲡⲉ ⲉⲣⲉⲡⲉϥϩⲟ ⲟ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲙⲡⲣⲏ ⲉⲣⲉⲛⲉϥⲟⲩⲉⲣⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲟ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛϩⲉⲛⲥⲧⲩⲗⲟⲥ ⲛⲕⲱϩⲧ

2 And hee had in his hande a little booke open, and he put his right foote vpon the sea, and his left on the earth,

ⲃ̅ⲉⲩⲛ ⲟⲩϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲉϥⲡⲟⲣϣ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲧⲉϥϭⲓϫ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁϥⲕⲱ ⲛⲧⲉϥⲟⲩⲉⲣⲏⲏⲧⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲛⲁⲙ ϩⲛ ⲑⲁⲗⲁⲥⲥⲁ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲧⲉϥϩⲃⲟⲩⲣ ϩⲓ ⲡⲉⲕⲣⲟ

3 And cried with a loude voyce, as when a lyon roareth: and when he had cried, seuen thunders vttered their voyces.

ⲅ̅ⲁϥⲁϣⲕⲁⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲟⲩⲛⲟϭ ⲛⲥⲙⲏ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲟⲩⲓ ⲉϥⲗϩⲏⲙ ⲛⲧⲉⲣⲉϥⲁϣⲕⲁⲕ ⲇⲉ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲁⲩϣⲁϫⲉ ⲛϭⲓ ⲧⲥⲁϣϥⲉ ⲛϩⲣⲟⲩⲃⲃⲁⲓ ϩⲛ ⲛⲉⲩⲁⲥⲡⲉ

4 And whe the seuen thunders had vttered their voyces, I was about to write: but I heard a voice from heauen saying vnto me, Seale vp those things which the seuen thunders haue spoken, and write them not.

ⲇ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲧⲉⲣⲟⲩϣⲁϫⲉ ⲛϭⲓ ⲧⲥⲁϣϥⲉ ⲛϩⲣⲟⲩⲃⲃⲁⲓ ϩⲛ ⲛⲉⲩⲁⲥⲡⲉ ⲁⲓⲉⲓ ⲇⲉ ⲉⲓⲛⲁⲥⲉϩ ⲛⲉⲛⲧⲁⲩϫⲟⲟⲩ ⲛϭⲓ ⲧⲥⲁϣϥⲉ ⲛϩⲣⲟⲩⲃⲃⲁⲓ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲩⲥⲙⲏ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲧⲡⲉ ⲉⲥϫⲉ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉ ⲧⲱⲱⲃⲉ ⲉⲣⲛ ⲛⲉⲛⲧⲁⲩϫⲟⲟⲩ ⲛϭⲓ ⲛⲉϩⲣⲟⲩⲃⲃⲁⲓ ⲛⲅⲧⲙⲥⲁϩⲟⲩ

5 And the Angel which I sawe stand vpon the sea, and vpon the earth, lift vp his hand to heauen,

ⲉ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲛⲧⲁⲓⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲉϥⲁϩⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ϩⲓϫⲛ ⲑⲁⲗⲁⲥⲥⲁ ⲙⲛ ⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲁϥϥⲓ ⲛⲧⲉϥϭⲓϫ ⲛⲟⲩⲛⲁⲙ ⲉϩⲣⲁⲓ ⲉⲧⲡⲉ

6 And sware by him that liueth for euermore, which created heauen, and the thinges that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the thinges that therein are, that time should be no more. (aiōn g165)

ⲋ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲁϥⲱⲣⲕ ⲙⲡⲉⲧⲟⲛϩ ϣⲁ ⲉⲛⲉϩ ⲛⲉⲛⲉϩ ϩⲁⲙⲏⲛ ⲡⲉⲛⲧⲁϥⲥⲱⲛⲧ ⲛⲧⲡⲉ ⲙⲛ ⲛⲉⲧⲛϩⲏⲧⲥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲕⲁϩ ⲙⲛ ⲛⲉⲧⲛϩⲏⲧϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲑⲁⲗⲁⲥⲥⲁ ⲙⲛ ⲛⲉⲧⲛϩⲏⲧⲥ ϫⲉ ⲙⲛ ⲕⲉⲟⲩⲟⲉⲓϣ ϭⲉ ⲛⲁϣⲱⲡⲉ (aiōn g165)

7 But in the dayes of the voyce of the seuenth Angel, when he shall beginne to blow the trumpet, euen the mysterie of God shalbe finished, as he hath declared to his seruants the Prophets.

ⲍ̅ⲁⲗⲗⲁ ϩⲣⲁⲓ ϩⲛ ⲛⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲉⲥⲙⲏ ⲙⲡⲙⲉϩⲥⲁϣϥ ⲛⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲉϥϣⲁⲛⲛⲟⲩ ⲉⲥⲁⲗⲡⲓⲍⲉ ϥⲛⲁϫⲱⲕ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛϭⲓ ⲡⲙⲩⲥⲧⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲙⲡⲛⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛⲧⲁϥⲉⲩⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲓⲍⲉ ⲛⲛⲉϥϩⲙϩⲁⲗ ⲙⲛ ⲛⲉⲡⲣⲟⲫⲏⲧⲏⲥ

8 And the voyce which I heard from heauen, spake vnto me againe, and said, Go and take the litle booke which is open in the hand of the Angel, which standeth vpon the sea and vpon the earth.

ⲏ̅ⲁⲩⲱ ⲧⲉⲥⲙⲏ ⲛⲧⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲉⲥϣⲁϫⲉ ⲛⲙⲙⲁⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲧⲡⲉ ⲡⲉϫⲁϥ ⲟⲛ ⲛⲁⲓ ϫⲉ ⲃⲱⲕ ⲛⲅϫⲓ ⲙⲡϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲉⲧⲡⲟⲣϣ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲧϭⲓϫ ⲙⲡⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲡⲁⲓ ⲉⲧⲁϩⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ϩⲓϫⲛ ⲑⲁⲗⲁⲥⲥⲁ ⲙⲛ ⲡⲉⲕⲣⲟ

9 So I went vnto the Angel, and saide to him, Giue me the litle booke. And he said vnto me, Take it, and eate it vp, and it shall make thy belly bitter, but it shalbe in thy mouth as sweete as honie.

ⲑ̅ⲁⲓⲃⲱⲕ ϣⲁ ⲡⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲡⲉϫⲁⲓ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉ ⲙⲁ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲙⲡϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲡⲉϫⲁϥ ⲛⲁⲓ ϫⲉ ϫⲓⲧϥ ⲛⲅⲟⲩⲟⲙϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ϥⲛⲁϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲉϥⲥⲁϣⲉ ⲛϩⲏⲧⲕ ⲁⲗⲗⲁ ϥⲛⲁϩⲗⲟϭ ϩⲛ ⲧⲉⲕⲧⲁⲡⲣⲟ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲉⲃⲓⲱ

10 Then I tooke the litle booke out of ye Angels hand, and ate it vp, and it was in my mouth as sweete as hony: but whe I had eaten it my belly was bitter.

ⲓ̅ⲁⲓϫⲓ ⲙⲡϫⲱⲱⲙⲉ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲧϭⲓϫ ⲙⲡⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲁⲓⲟⲩⲟⲙϥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲉϥϩⲟⲗϭ ⲡⲉ ⲛⲑⲉ ⲛⲟⲩⲉⲃⲓⲱ ϩⲛ ⲧⲁⲧⲁⲡⲣⲟ ⲛⲧⲉⲣⲉⲓⲟⲩⲟⲙϥ ⲇⲉ ⲁϥⲥⲓϣⲉ ⲛϩⲏⲧ

11 And he said vnto me, Thou must prophecie againe among the people and nations, and tongues, and to many Kings.

ⲓ̅ⲁ̅ⲡⲉϫⲁϥ ⲛⲁⲓ ϫⲉ ϩⲁⲡⲥ ⲟⲛ ⲡⲉ ⲉⲧⲣⲉⲕⲡⲣⲟⲫⲏⲧⲉⲩⲉ ⲉϫⲛ ⲛⲗⲁⲟⲥ ⲙⲛ ⲛϩⲉⲑⲛⲟⲥ ⲙⲛ ϩⲉⲛⲁⲥⲡⲉ ⲙⲛ ϩⲉⲛⲣⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲉⲛⲁϣⲱⲟⲩ