Revelation 5
1 And Y say in the riythond of the sittere on the trone, a book writun with ynne and with out, and seelid with seuene seelis.
B́ naashi jooratse beedek'tso k'ani kishatse, b́ gitse bootso bíats guut'etso shawat matabon togets mas'aafi k'odo tbek'i.
2 And Y say a strong aungel, prechynge with a greet vois, Who is worthi to opene the book, and to vndon the seelis of it?
Melaki kup' iko k'áári eenon «Mahatebwotsi biishr k'odets mas'aafo wogosh bín geyitwo kone?» ett b́ keewfere t bek'i.
3 And noon in heuene, nether in erthe, nether vnder erthe, myyte opene the book, nether biholde it.
Ernmó daron wotowa datsatse wee datsoniyere dashe k'odets mas'aafo wogitwonat b́ gitso s'iilo bísh faletso konwor aali b́teshi.
4 And Y wepte myche, for noon was founde worthi to opene the book, nethir to se it.
K'odets mas'aafo wogitwonat b́gitso s'iilosh bodtso daatseyo b́k'aztsosh ayidek'at ti eepi,
5 And oon of the eldre men seide to me, Wepe thou not; lo! a lioun of the lynage of Juda, the roote of Dauid, hath ouercomun to opene the book, and to vndon the seuene seelis of it.
Manoor eenashwotsitsi iko «Eepk'aye, hamb Yhud jirotse wottso Dawit s'ap'o da'adek're, bí k'odets mas'aafonat shawat matabwotsi wogosh falitwe» bíeti taasha.
6 And Y say, and lo! in the myddil of the trone, and of the foure beestis, and in the myddil of the eldre men, a lombe stondynge as slayn, that hadde seuene hornes, and seuene iyen, whiche ben seuene spiritis of God, sent in to al the erthe.
Haniyere il naashi jooronat awd kashets azeetswots dagotse, eenashwots dagotsnowere shukeets mereer artso b́ need'efere tbek'i, mereran shawat k'alonat shawat ááwwotsi detsfe b́tesh, bo dats jamomaants wosheets Ik'i Shayirwotsiye.
7 And he cam, and took of the riythond of the sittere in the trone the book.
Bí waat naashi jooratse beyirwo k'anikishatse mas'aafi k'odo k'aaú b́dek'i,
8 And whanne he hadde opened the book, the foure beestis and the foure and twenti eldre men fellen doun bifore the lomb; and hadden ech of hem harpis, and goldun violis ful of odours, whiche ben the preyeris of seyntis.
mas'aafi k'odo b́ dek'or azeets kashets awdwotsnat hiye awd eenashwotsn mereero shinats bobaron bogúp'gup'i, ik ikon begeno detsfno bo teshi, mank'o S'ayinwots Ik' k'on wottso it'ano bín s'eents awntsi agelgiliyo detsfno boteshi.
9 And thei sungun a newe song, and seiden, Lord oure God, thou art worthi to take the book, and to opene the seelis of it; for thou were slayn, and ayenbouytist vs to God in thi blood, of ech lynage, `and tunge, and puple, and nacioun;
Handr duubo hank'o ett boduubi, «N s'atson naar naarotse, noon keew jamotse, jir jirotse, bí ashuwotsitse Ashuwotsi Ik'osh keewosh, nee n shukeetsotse mas'aafi k'odo de'er matabman bitsosh faltso k'osho konwor aaliye,
10 and madist vs a kyngdom, and prestis to oure God; and we schulen regne on erthe.
No Ik'oshowere kahaniwotsnat mengsto bowotitwk'o woshrne, datsatsnowere naashitúne.»
11 And Y say, and herde the vois of many aungels al aboute the trone, and of the beestis, and of the eldre men. And the noumbre of hem was thousyndis of thousyndis, seiynge with a greet vois,
Man maants ts'ilor naashi jooron, azeets kashetswotsnat eenashúwots gúúratse ay melakiwots k'ááro t shishi, bo ayonwere ay kumonat ay miliyeniyon tawetkne bo teshi,
12 The lomb that was slayn, is worthi to take vertu, and godhed, and wisdom, and strengthe, and onour, and glorie, and blessing.
een k'ááron, «Shukeets mereero ango, gaalo, dantelfo, kúp'o, shúúts eeno, mangonat údo dek'osh bísh geykee» boeti.
13 And ech creature that is in heuene, and that is on erthe, and vndur erthe, and the see, and whiche thingis ben in it, Y herde alle seiynge, To hym that sat in the trone, and to the lomb, blessyng, and onour, and glorie, and power, in to worldis of worldis. (aiōn g165)
Daronat datsatse, datsoniyere dashe aats k'ari gitsotsi azeets jamo «B́ naashi jooratse beyirwonat mererosh udo, shúúts eeno, mangonat angon Dúre dúren tuur dúrosh b́borfetso wotowe!» bo eree t shishiri. (aiōn g165)
14 And the foure beestis seiden, Amen. And the foure and twenti eldre men fellen doun on her faces, and worschipiden hym that lyueth in to worldis of worldis.
Awd kashets azetswotswere «Amen!» boeti, hiye awd eenashwotswere bo baron gúp'gúp'at bosagadi.
