30 pp.
Part of the Private Collection of the late Mikhail Sado
East Syriac script
Paper of Russian provenance.
The manuscript has slight damage.
At the last page, it is said that this booklet was written in 1906 by a deacon who was the son of the deacon John of Gawar. At the frontpage, the name deacon John, son of John of Gawar, is mentioned. The last page mentions Josef, the son of the aforementioned deacon, as the manuscript's owner in 1922.
Hear, my sonNadan, and come to my understanding, and consider my words as the words of God.
My sonNadan, when you have heard a word, let it die in your heart, and do not reveal it to anyone, lest it become a hot coal in your mouth and burn you, and you bring disgrace upon yourself and complain against God.
My son, do not tell all that you hear.
My son, do not loosen a bond that is sealed, and do not seal one that is loosened.
My son, do not lift your eyes to look at a woman who is adorned and painted; do not desire her in your heart. For if you give her what is in your hands, you will gain no benefit from her, and you will be guilty of a sin against God.
My son, do not commit adultery with your friend'sso that others may not commit adultery with your wife. wife,
My son, do not be in a hurrythe almond tree, which is the first to blossom, but whose fruit is the last to ripen [lit: be eaten]. Rather, be balanced and prudent, like the mulberry tree, which blooms last, but whose fruit is the first to be eaten. like
Let your eyes look down, for if a house
is built by a loud voice, [in that case] the donkey would build two houses in one day; and if the plough were driven by sheer force, the share would never be freed from a camel's armpit.
My son, it is better to roll stones with a wise man than to drink wine with a fool.
My son, pour your wine on the graves of the righteous and do not drink it with wicked people.
My son, you will not be defiled with a wise man, and you will become wise with a defiled man.
My son, associate with a wise man so that you may become wise like him, and do not associate with a loquacious and talkative man so that you are not counted with him.
My son, while you have shoes on your feet, tread down the thorns and make a path for your sons and grandsons.
My son, the rich man has eaten a serpent, and they say: “He ate it for his health.” But when the poor man has eaten it, they say: “He ate it out of hunger.”
My son, eat your portion and please your friend.
My son, do not even eat bread with one who is not ashamed.
My son, do not envy your enemy's happiness, nor rejoice in his misfortune.
My son, do not go near a whispering woman or one whose voice is loud.
My son, do not follow the beauty of a woman, nor desire her in your heart, for the [true] beauty of a woman is her mind, and the word of her mouth is her ornament.
My son, when
your enemy meets you with evil, meet him with wisdom.
My son, the wicked falls and does not rise, but the righteous is not shaken, for God is with him.
My son, do not withhold your son from chastisement, for the chastisement of a boy is like dung in the field, like a bridle for a beast, and like a fetter on a donkey’s foot.
My son, subdue your son while he is young, before he becomes stronger than you and rebels against you, and you are ashamed of all his deeds.
My son, get a strong bull and a donkey with good hooves, but do not take a runaway slave or a thieving maid, lest they cause you to lose all you have acquired.
My son, the words of liars are like fat sparrows, and he who has no understanding eats them [i.e. believes them].
My son, do not bring upon yourself the curses of your father and mother; do not despise the blessings of your children.
My son, do not go unarmed, for you do not know when you will meet your enemy.
My son, as a tree is adorned with its branches and fruit, and a mountain with trees, so a man is adorned with his wife and children. But a man without wife and children is despised and scorned by his enemies, and he is like a tree by the roadside, which every passer-by plucks and every beast of the field strips of its leaves.
My son, do not say, "My lord is a fool, and I am wise,"
but bear with him in his faults, and you shall become wise.
My son, do not count yourself wise if others do not count you wise.
My son, do not lie with your words before your Lord, lest He despise you and say: "Get out of my sight!"
My son, let your words be true, so that your Lord may say: "Draw near to me and come."
My son, do not revile God on the day of your affliction, lest he be angry with you when He hears you.
My son, do not treat one of your slaves better than another, for you do not know which of them will think well of you in the end.
My son, strike with stones the dog that leaves its master and follows you.
My son, the flock of many paths will become the prey of wolves.
My son, judge righteously in your youth, that you may have honour in your old age.
My son, sweeten your tongue and make your speech pleasant, for the tail of a dog gives him bread, but his mouth brings blows.
My son, do not let your neighbour tread on your foot, lest he tread on your neck.
My son, strike a man with a wise word, so that it may be in his heart like a mild fever; for even if you strike the fool with many rods, he will not understand.
My son, send a wise man, (and) do not multiply your orders. But if you send a fool, go yourself, and do not send him.
My son, test your friend with bread and water, and then entrust your property and goods to him.
My son, withdraw first from a marriage, and do not linger for pleasant ointments, lest they turn into sores (on your head).
My son, he whose hand is full is called wise; and he whose hand is empty is called foolish,
because no one honours a poor man.
My son, I have eaten bitter things and I have swallowed harsh ones, but I have seen nothing more bitter than poverty.
My son, I have carried lead and I have turned over iron, but nothing was heavier than a debt that a man must pay without eating or drinking.
My son, teach your son hunger and thirst, so that he may manage his house according to what his eyes see.
My son, it is better to be blind in the eyes than blind in the heart. For the blind of the eyes quickly learn the way, walk in it and enter it, but the blind of the heart leave the right way and go astray.
My son, better is a neighbour who is near than a brother who is far away; and better is a good name than beauty, for a good name lasts forever, but beauty fades.
My son, death is better than life for a man who has no rest, and the voice of mourning is better than the voice of singing and joy.
Better is a roll in your hand than a goose in another's pot, and better is a sheep near you than a bull far away, and better is a sparrow in your hand than thousands in flight. My son, better is poverty that gathers than wealth that scatters, and better is a living fox than a dead lion.
My son, hold back a word in your heart, and it will bring you peace. For once you have spoken it, you may lose your friend.
My son, do not let a word leave your mouth until you have considered it in your heart, for it is better for a man to stumble with his feet
than to stumble with his tongue.
My son, when you hear a word from someone, bury it four cubits deep in the ground, so that you may tread on it and it perish.
My son, do not stand where there is strife, for out of strife comes contention, and from contention comes murder.
My son, when you see a man who is older than you, sit before him. Even if he does not reward you, God will reward you.
My son, keep your tongue from lying and your hand from stealing, and you will be called wise.
My son, do not meddle in a woman’s marriage, for if it goes badly, she will curse you; and if it goes well, she will bless you.
My son, everyone who is elegant in dress is also elegant in speech, and he who is despicable in dress is also despicable in speech.
My son, the hand that is full gives, but the hand that is hungry does not.
My son, strike with stones the dog that leaves its master and follows you, for he will not stay with you.
My son, let the wise beat you with many blows, but do not let the fool soothe you with sweet perfume.
My son, the rich man has eaten a serpent, and they say: "He ate it for his health." But when the poor man
has eaten it, they say: “He ate it out of hunger.”
My son, eat your portion and please your friend.
My son, do not even eat bread with one who has no shame.
My son, do not go away from your first friend, lest another take his place.
My son, do not go down into the garden of the judges, nor betroth yourself to the daughters of the judges.
My son, help your friend with pleasant words before the ruler, that you may save him from the lion.
My son, do not rejoice over your enemy when he dies.
My son, if someone were to rise up without a place, and the sparrow fly without wings, and the raven become white as snow, and the bitter become sweet as honey, then the fool would become wise.
My son, if you are a priest of God, be on guard before Him, and come before Him in purity.
My son, to whom God does good, honour him also.
My son, do not quarrel with anyone on his day, nor stand against a river in its flow.
My son, human eyes are like a well of water, and they are not satisfied with riches until they are filled with dust.
My son, do not stay near quarrelsome people, for, my son, after jokes comes a word of quarrel, after quarrel comes strife, and after strife comes murder.
My son, he who does not hear with his ears, they make him hear with his neck.
My sonNadan answered and said to me: “My lord, why are you angry with your sister’s son?” Again I said to him: “My son, I set you on the throne of honour, but you cast me down from my throne. But my righteousness has saved me.”
My son, you have been to me like a scorpion striking a ram’s rock.” And it [the rock] answered and said to it: “You have struck an unfeeling heart.” And it said: “You have struck a sting worse than yours.” And he struck the camel in its hoof and he raised his head to the sky and said to it: “Your soul shall be like my soul.”
My son, you have been to me like a goat standing over a red berry and eating from it. And the red berry said to him: “Why do you eat me, when you treat your skin with my root?” The goat replied and said to it: “I eat you during my life, and after my death they will pull you up by your roots.”
My son, you have been to me like one who threw a stone at heaven, and it did not reach heaven, but he received punishment from God.
My son, you were like one who saw
his companion shivering with cold and took a pitcher of water and poured it over him.
O my son, if you had killed me, you would have been able to stand in my place; but you should know, my son, that even if the tail of the pig were to grow to seven ells, it would not take the place of the horse, and even if its bristles were soft and woven, it would not ascend to the body of a free man.
My son, I intended that you should be in my place, that you should acquire my house and my wealth, and that you should inherit them. But God was not pleased, and He did not hear your voice.
My son, you have been to me like a lion that came upon a donkey in the morning of the day, and said to him: “Welcome, my Lord Cyrus.” But the donkey said to him: “May the same welcome that you give me be given to the man who tied me up last night, but did not tie my loins, lest I should see your face.”
My son, you have been to me like a snare that was set on a dunghill, and someone saw it and said: “What are you doing here?” and (the snare) said to him: “I am praying to God.” The fig-pecker said: “And this in your mouth—what is it?” The snare said: “Bread for the hungry.” [Then] the fig-pecker approached to take it, and [the snare] caught it by the neck. And while the fig-pecker was flapping, it said: “If this is bread for the poor, may the God to whom you pray never hear your voice.”
You have been to me like a partridge that is not able to save itself from death. However, it gathers its companions around itself and makes them sink to killing.
My son, you have been to me like a lion who rebukes the bulls and lets them live.
My son, you have been to me like a weevil that destroys the granaries of kings, but has no hold on anything.
My son, you have been to me like a pot
on which they have made golden handles, but the soot has not been scraped off the bottom.
My son, you have been to me like a ploughman who sowed a field that contains twenty seahs. And the ploughman replied and said to it: “I became weary of you, field! But were you not ashamed that you made a peck out of a peck?”
My son, you have been to me like a he-goat that calls its fellows to the cooks, but does not save itself from slaughter.
My son, you have been to me like a dog that went into the potter's oven to warm itself, and when it was warm, it got up to bark at them.
My son, you have been to me like a swine that went to the bathhouse, and when it saw a trench of mud, it went down and bathed in it, and said to them: “Come and bathe!”
My son, you have been to me like “My finger was on your mouth, and your finger was on my eyes.”
The dog that did not eat from his lord’s prey shall be the prey of the wolves, and the hand that is not industrious shall be cut off from its shoulder, and the eye with which I cannot see shall be plucked out by the raven.
My son, why should I remember you, and how shall my soul find comfort in you?
My son, if she steals land, where shall she go and eat it?
My son, I showed you the face of the king and nobles, but you [wanted to do] evil to me; with what shall I reward you?
My son, you have been to me like the cat to whom they say: “Give up your thieving, and you shall go out and come in as your soul pleases.” And this cat said to them: “Even if I had eyes of silver and hands of gold and feet of pearls, I would not stop it.”
My son, you were to me
like a snake that was tied to a bush and thrown into the river. And the lion saw [it] and said: “Evil rides on evil, and worse than either carries them away.” The snake said to him: “Behold, lord, would you return the goats to their lords?”
My son, you have been to me like stags that have become murderers of their mothers.
My son, I fed you with all that was good all your days, but you fed me with bread of the soil, and you were not satisfied.
My son, I anointed you with sweet ointments, but you defiled my body with dust; I made you drink old wines and you did not satisfy me with abundant water.
My son, you were like a mole that came up out of the ground to confront God about his eyes. An eagle came and carried it off.
My sonNadan answered and said to me: “Let such things without mercy be far from you, my lord! Do to me according to your mercy, for even God forgives a man who sins his faults; and you, too, forgive me so that I will serve your horses and feed your sheep and swine; and I shall be called an evil man, but you shall be called good.”
I answered and said to him: “My son, you have been to me like a palm tree which stood by a road and its fruit was not accepted. And its lord came and wanted to cut it down; the palm tree said to him: ‘Leave me one year, and I will give you carobs.’ His master said to it: ‘O fool, you have not been diligent in your fruit; in that which is not your own will you be diligent?’”
My son, the old age of the eagle is better than the old age of the vulture.
My son, they say to the wolf:
“Keep far away from the sheep!” It said: “The dust is good for my eyes.” They said to him: “A, B,” the wolf said: “Kid, lamb.”
My son, they put the head of the donkey on a table, and it rolled off and fell into the dust. They said: “It was angry with itself because it did not receive honour, but wrath.”
Hear, my son, a proverb that says: “Call him whom you have begotten and raised your son, and [call] your slave a mocker.” My son, more than all words this is true: “Lead your sister's son under your armpit; take him and smite him against a stone.” But, my son, He who gave me life will judge between us.”
ܠܥܵܠܲܡܚܝܼ ܚܝܝ
ܠܥܵܠܲܡܚܝܼ ܚܝܝ
ܫܡܲܥ ܡܵܪܝ ܒܹܪܝ
ܢܵܕܹܢ ܘܬܵܐܠܡܸܠܲܝ̈ ܐܲܝܟ ܡܹܠܲܝ̈ ܐܲܠܵܗܝܼ ܠܬܪܥܝܬܝ ܘܗܘܝܬ ܥܗܕ
ܒܹܪܝܢܵܕܹܢ ܐܸܢ ܫܸܡܥܸܬܼ
ܡܹܠܬܵܐ ܬܡܘܼܬ ܒܠܸܒܲܟ ܘܲܠܢܵܫ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܓܠܸܐ ܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܬܸܗܘܸܐ
ܓܡܘܪܬܐ ܒܦܘܼܡܵܟ ܘܬܟܲܘܝܲܟ ܘܡܘܼܡܵܐ ܬܣܝܼܡ ܒܢܲܦ̮ܫܵܟ ܘܥܲܠ
ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܬܹܬܸܪܲܥܵܡ
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܠ ܕܫܵܡܲܥ ܐܲܢ̄ܬ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܐܡܲܪ
ܘܲܕܚܵܙܹܐ ܐܲܢ̄ܬ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܓܼܠܸܐ܂܂
ܒܸܪܝ ܐܲܣܵܪܵܐ ܕܲܚܬܝܼܡ
ܠܵܐ ܬܹܫܪܹܐ܂܂ ܘܲܕܫܵܪܹܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܚܬܘܼܡ܂܂
ܒܸܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܪܝܼܡ
ܥܲܝܢܲܝܟ̈ ܘܬܚܙܹܗ ܐܲܢ̄ܬܬܵܐ ܕܲܣܪܝܼܩܵܐ ܘܟܸܚܠܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܪܓܝܸܗ
ܒܠܹܒܵܟܬܸܬܹܠ ܠܵܗ ܘܟܠ ܡܸܕܡܸ ܕܐܝܼܬ ܒܐܝܕܲܝܟ ܕܐܸܢ ܡܸܛܠ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܐܸܢ
ܡܸܕܸܡ ܝܘܼܬܪܵܢܵܐ ܒܵܗ ܠܵܐ ܡܸܫܟܲܚ ܐܲܢ̄ܬ ܘܲܚܛܵܗܵܐ ܠܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ
ܬܹܚܘܼܒ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܓܼܥܘܿܪܚܲܒܪܵܟ܂܂ ܕܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܒܐܢܬܬ
ܢܓܼܘܼܪܘܿܢ ܐܲܚܪ̈ܵܢܸܐ ܒܐܲܢ̄ܬܬܵܟ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܗܘܹܐܡܣܲܪܗܘܵܐ ܡܣܲܪܗܒܵܐ
ܐܝܟܐܝܟ ܠܸܘܙܵܐ ܕܠܘܼܩܕܵܡܘܲܠܚܲܪܬܵܐ ܐܲܒܗܿ ܐܲܥܦܵܐ܂܂ ܥܦܐ܂܂
ܡܹܐܬ̱ܟܸܠ ܐܸܠܵܐ ܗܘܝܼ ܫܘܹܐ ܘܛܲܥܡܲܢ ܐܲܝܟ ܬܘܼܬܵܐ܂܂
ܕܲܠܚܲܪܬܵܐܘܠܘܼܩܕܵܡ ܐܲܒܼܵܗ ܡܹܬܐ̱ܟܸܠ܂܂ ܐܲܥܦܵܐ܂܂ ܥܦܐ܂܂
ܐܲܪܟܸܢ ܥܲܝܢܲܝܟ̈ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܲܠܩܵܠܵܐ ܪܵܡܵܐܡܬܒܢܼܐ
ܡܸܬܒܢܸܐ ܒܲܝܬܵܐ ܚܹܡܪܵܐ ܕܝܹܢ ܬܲܪܬܝܸܢ ܒܼܵܬܹ̈ܐ ܒܵܢܹܐܗܕܐ ܗܘܐ
ܒܚܲܕ ܝܘܿܡܵܐ܂܂ ܘܐܸܠܘܼ ܒܚܲܝܠܵܐ ܬܲܩܝܼܦܵܐ ܡܸܬܕܲܒܪܵܐ
ܦܲܕܵܢܵܐ܂܂ ܚܲܪܒܵܗܿ ܡܼܢ ܫܸܚܬܹܗ ܕܓܲܡܠܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܡܹܫܬܲܪܝܵܐ ܗܘܐܵ ܗܘܬ
ܗܘܵܐ܂܂ ܗܘܬ
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܵܒܼ ܠܡܲܗܦܵܟܼܘܼ ܟܐܲܦܹ̈ܐ ܥܲܡ܂܂ ܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ
ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ ܡܼܢ ܕܲܠܡܸܫܬܵܐ ܚܲܡܪܵܐ ܥܲܡ ܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܣܲܟܼܠܵܐ܂܂
ܒܸܪܝ ܐܲܫܘܼܕ ܚܲܡܪܵܟ ܥܲܠ ܩܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܕܙܲܕܝܼܩ̈ܐܹ ܘܠܵܐ
ܬܼܫܬܝܹܘܗ̱ܝ ܥܲܡ ܐ̄ܢܵܫܹ̈ܐ ܥܵܘܵܠ̈ܐܹ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܡ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܹ̈ܐ
ܠܵܐ ܬܼܣܪܘܿܚ ܘܥܲܡ ܣܵܪܘܿܚܹܐ ܬܹܬܚܲܟܲܡ
܂܂ ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܐܸܬܠܵܘܹܐ
ܠܓܲܒܪܵܐ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ ܕܬܹܬܚܲܟܲܡ ܐܲܟܘܵܬܹܗ܂ ܘܠܵܐ ܬܹܬܠܵܘܹܐ
ܠܓܲܒܪܵܐ ܦܲܟܵܢܵܐ ܘܠܸܫܵܢܵܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܬܹܬܡ̱ܢܐܹ ܥܲܡܹܗ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܕ
ܐܝܼܬ ܡܣܵܢ̈ܐܹ ܒܪܹܓܼܠܲܝܟ̈܂܂ ܕܘܼܫ ܕܲܪ̈ܕܪܹܐ ܘܲܥܒܸܕ ܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ
ܒܢܲܝܟ̈܂܂ ܠܲܒܢܲܝ̈ܟ ܠܲܒܢܲܝ̈
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܲܪ ܥܲܬܝܼܪܹ̈ܐ ܐܵܟܹܠ ܚܸܘܝܵܐ܂ ܘܐܵܡܪܝܸܢ
ܠܐܲܣܝܘܼܬܵܐ ܐܵܟܠܹܗ܂ ܘܐܲܟܠܸܗ ܒܲܪ ܡܵܣܟܸܿܢܸ̈ܐ ܘܐܵܡܪܝܸܢ
ܕܲܠܟܲܦܢܸܗ ܐܲܟܠܹܗ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܟܼܘܿܠ ܡܢܵܬܵܟ ܘܥܲܠ ܚܲܒܼܪ̈ܝܟ
ܬܣܲܒܲܪ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܡ ܡܿܢ ܕܠܵܐ ܡܼܬܚܲܡܲܨ ܐܵܦܠܵܐ
ܠܲܚܡܵܐ ܠܡܑܹܟܲܠ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝܕܣܲܢܐܲܝܟ̈ ܠܵܐ ܒܝܲܒܘܼܬܹܗ ܒܛܲܝܒܘܼܬܹܗ
ܬܸܩܨܲܦ܂܂ ܘܐܲܦܠܵܐ ܒܒܼܝܼܫܬܹܗܬܬܹܚܕܸܐ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ
ܬܹܬܩܲܪܲܒܼ ܠܐܲܢ̄ܬܬܵܐ ܠܲܚܘܼܫܬܵܢܝܼܬܵܐ ܘܠܲܐܝܕܵܐ ܕܪܵܡ
ܩܵܠܵܗܿ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܵܬܲܪ ܫܘܦܪܵܐ ܕܐܲܢ̄ܬܬܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܐܙܲܠ
ܘܠܵܐ ܬܪܓܝܗܿ ܒܠܸܒܵܟ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܫܘܼܦܪܵܐ ܕܐܲܢ̄ܬܬܵܐ
ܛܲܥܡܵܗܿ܂ ܘܲܡܠܲܬ ܦܘܼܡܵܗܿ ܗܸܕܪܸܗ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢ
ܐܲܪܥܵܟܒܒܝܼܫܬܵܐ܂ ܐܲܪܘ̱ܥܝܹܗܝ ܐܲܢ̄ܬ ܣܲܢܐܲܝܟ ܣܢܐܟ
ܒܚܸܟܼܡܬܵܐ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܹܢ ܢܦܲܠ ܥܘܼܠܲܐ ܘܠܵܐ ܩܵܐܡ
ܠܵܐ ܡܸܬܬܙܝܼܥ܂ ܡܹܛܠ ܕܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܥܡܗ ܗܘܼ܂܂ ܡܵܐܢܵܐ ܘܟܵܐܢܵܐ
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܪܵܟ ܡܼܢ ܡܲܚܘܵܢ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܟܼܠܹܐ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܡܲܚ̈ܘ̈ܬ̈ܐ
ܠܛܲܠܝܵܐ ܐܲܝܟ ܙܹܒܠܵܐ ܠܦܲܪܕܵܝܣܵܐ܂ ܘܐܲܝܟ ܐܲܣܲܪܵܐ ܠܲܚܡܵܪ̈ܐ
ܐܵܘ ܠܟܠ ܚܲܝܘܬܵܐ ܘܐܲܝܟ ܚܲܒܼܠܵܐ ܒܪܸܓܠܸܗ ܕܲܚܡܵܪܵܐܿ܂
ܒܪܝ ܟܒܘܿܫ ܒܪܟ ܥܲܕ ܗܼܘܼ ܙܥܘܿܪ ܥܲܕܠܵܐ ܢܸܥܫܲܢ ܡܼܢܵܟ
ܘܢܹܡܪܲܕ ܥܠܲܝܟ܂ ܘܒܟܼܠ ܣܘܼܪ̈ܚܵܢܵܘܗܝ ܬܹܬܢܲܟܵܦ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܩܢܝܼ
ܬܵܘܪܵܐ ܕܡܲܪܒܲܥ ܘܲܚܡܵܖܵܐ ܕܲܦܪܵܣܬܲܢ܂ ܘܠܵܐ ܬܸܩܢܸܐ
ܥܲܒܼܕܵܐ ܥܵܖܘܿܩܵܐ ܘܐܲܡܬܵܐ ܓܲܢܲܒܼܬܵܐ ܥܲܠ ܕܠܵܐ ܘܟܠ ܡܸܕܡܸ
ܕܲܩܢܸܬ ܡܵܘܒܿܕܝܼܢ ܠܹܗܡܼܢ܂܂ ܡܢܟ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܡܸܠܲܝ̈ ܐ̄ܢܵܫܵܐ ܕܲܓܵܠܵܐ܂
ܐܲܝܟ ܨܹܦܪܹ̈ܐ ܫܲܡܝܼܢܲܢ̈ ܘܡܲܢ ܕܠܲܝܬ ܠܸܗ ܠܸܒܵܐ ܐܵܟܸܠ ܠܗܝܹܢ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܘܛܬܵܐ ܕܐܲܒܘܼܟ ܘܕܑܸܡܵܟ ܥܠܲܝܟ ܠܵܐ ܬܲܝܬܸܐ܂ܕܠܡܐ ܒܛܵܒܵܬܵܐ̈
ܕܲܒܢܲܝܟ̈ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܚܕܸܐ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝܒܐܒܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܙܲܝܢܵܐ ܠܵܐ
ܬܹܐܙܲܠ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܠܵܐ ܝܵܕܲܥ ܐܲܢ̄ܬ ܐܸܡܲܬܝ ܐܵܪܵܥ ܠܵܟ ܒܥܸܠܕܒܵܒܲܝܼܟ̈
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ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܡܵܐ ܕܲܗܕܝܼܪ ܐܝܼܠܵܢܐܵܘܒܐܲܒܸܗ ܒܣܵܘܟܵܢܵܘܗܝ̈ ܒܣܘܟܘܗܝ̈
ܘܛܘܼܪܵܐ ܕܲܣܥܝܼܪ ܒܐܝܼܠܵܢܹ̈ܐ ܗܵܟܲܢ ܗܕܝܼܪ ܓܼܒܲܪܵܐ ܒܐܢ̄ܬܬܵܐ
ܘܒܲܒܼܢܵܘܗܝܼ̈܂ ܘܓܲܒܼܪܵܐܘܐܲܢ̄ܬܬܵܐ ܘܐܲܒ̈ܢܲܝܵܐ ܠܲܝܬ ܠܹܗ ܫܝܼܛ ܘܐܲܚܵܐ ܕܐܲܚܵܐ
ܘܲܒܣܝܼܪ ܩܕܵܡ ܒܥܹܠܕܒܵܒܵܐ܂ ܘܕܵܡܸܐ ܠܐܝܼܠܵܢܵܐ ܕܥܲܠ ܝܲܕ ܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ
ܕܟܼܠ ܕܥܵܒܲܪ ܡܸܢܸܗ ܢܵܣܸܒ܂ ܘܟܼܠܸܵܗܿ ܚܲܝܘܬܵܐ ܕܕܲܒܼܪܐܛܦ
ܛܲܪ̈ܦܘܗܝ ܡܸܬܪܵܐ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐܐܬܸܐܡܵܪ ܡܵܪܝ ܣܵܟܹܠ ܐܸܢܵܐ ܚܲܟܝܸܡ܂
ܐܸܠܵܐ ܠܒܘܼܟܵܝܗ ܒܡܘܼܡܵܘܗܝ̈ ܘܲܬܚܲܟܿܲܿܡ܂܂
ܒܸܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܚܫܘܼܒ
ܢܲܦ̮ܫܵܟ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ܂ ܟܲܕ ܐܚܪ̈ܵܢܸܐ ܠܵܐ ܚܲܫܒܝܸܢ ܠܵܟ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ܂܂
ܒܸܪܝ
ܠܵܐ ܬܕܲܓܸܠ ܒܡܸܠܲܝ̈ܟ ܩܿܕܵܡ ܡܵܪܵܟ܂ ܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܬܸܬܒܲܣܲܪ ܘܢܹܐܡܲܪ ܠܵܟ
ܕܙܸܠ ܡܼܢ ܩܕܵܡ ܥܲܝܢܲܝ̈܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܢܹܗܘ̈ܝܲܢ ܫܲܪ̈ܝܼܪܲܢ ܡܹܠܲܝܟ̈ ܕܢܸܐܡܲܪ
ܠܵܟ ܡܵܪܵܟ ܩܪܘܼܒܼ ܠܘܵܬܼܝ ܘܬܵܐ܂܂
ܒܸܪܝ ܒܝܘܿܡ ܒܝܼܫܬܵܟ ܠܵܐ
ܬܨܲܚܹܐ ܠܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܟܲܕ ܢܸܫܡ̱ܥܵܟ ܢܸܪܓܲܙ ܥܠܲܝܟ܂܂
ܒܸܪܝ
ܛܵܒܼ ܡܼܢ ܚܲܒܼܪܹܗ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܛܐܲܒܼ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܠܵܐ ܝܵܕܲܥ ܐܲܢ̄ܬ ܠܿܒܕܵܟ ܠܿܥܵܒܕܵܟ
ܐܲܝܢܵܐ ܡܸܢܗܘܿܢ ܡܸܬܒܥܸܐ ܠܵܟ ܠܚܲܪܬܵܐ
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܲܠܒܵܐ ܕܫܵܒܹܿܩܡܵܪܹܗܝ ܡܵܪܹܗ
ܘܐܵܬܹܐ ܒܵܬܪܵܟ ܟܠ ܟܸܐܦܵܐ ܡܚܲܝܘܗܝ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܓܙܵܖܹ̈ܐ ܕܣܲܓܝܼܐܸܢ̈
ܐܘܼܪ̈ܚܿܬܹܗ܂ܕܕܸܐܒܹ̈ܐ ܐܝܼܬܵܘܗܝ܂܂ ܡܲܝܬܹܐ ܡܲܢܬܹܐ
ܒܹܪܝ ܕܘܼܢ ܕܝܼܢܵܐ ܬܪܝܼܨܵܐ܆
ܒܛܲܠܝܘܼܬܼܵܟ ܘܒܣܲܝܒܿܘܼܬܵܟ ܐܝܼܩܵܪܵܐ ܢܸܗܘܸܐ ܠܵܟ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܹܚܠܸܐ ܠܹܫܵܢܵܟ
ܘܐܲܛܥܹܡ ܡܲܦܬܵܚ ܦܘܼܡܵܟ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܕܘܼܢܒܸܗ ܕܟܲܠܒܵܐ ܝܵܗܹܒܠܸܐ ܠܗ
ܠܲܚܡܵܐ ܘܦܘܼܡܹܗ ܡܲܚ̈ܘܵܢ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܫܒܿܘܿܩ ܠܚܲܒܪܟ܇ ܕܕܪܹܟ ܥܲܠ
ܪܸܓܠܵܟ܂ ܕܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܢܹܕܪܘܼܟ ܥܲܠ ܨܵܘܪܵܟ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܡܚܝܼ ܠܓܲܒܪܵܐ
ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ ܒܡܸܠܬܵܐ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܬܵܐܒܠܸܒܸܿܗ ܐܲܝܟ ܐܸܫܬܵܐ ܪܲܩܝܼ ܘܬܹܗ ܘܹܐ ܘܬܗܘܐ
ܩܵܬܵܐ ܘܐܸܢ ܬܹܡܚܹܐ ܠܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܣܲܟܠܵܐ ܪܸܒܘܼ ܚܘܼܛܪ̈ܝܢ ܠܐ ܝܼܵܕܵܥ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܫܲܕܲܪ̈ ܠܓܲܒܼܪܹ̈ܐ ܚܲܟܝܼܡܹ̈ܐܕܠܐ ܬܹܣܓܹܐ ܠܲܡܦܲܩܲܕܘܼܬܗܘܿܢ ܘܐܸܢ ܣܲܟܿܠܵܐ
ܡܿܫܲܕܵܪ ܐܲܢ̄ܬ܂ ܐܲܢ̄ܬ ܒܢܲܦ̱ܫܵܟ ܙܹܠ ܘܠܵܐ ܬܫܲܕܲܪ܆
ܒܹܪܝ ܢܲܣܹܐ ܠܚܲܒܪܵܟ
ܒܠܲܚܡܹ̈ܐ ܘܡܲܝܹ̈ܐ܂ ܘܗܵܝܕܹܝܼܢ ܐܲܫܠܹܡ ܒܐܝܼܕܵܘܗ̈ܝ ܢܹܟܿܣܲܝܟ̈ ܘܩܸܢܝܲܢ̈ܝܟ
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ܒܹܪܝ ܡܼܢ ܡܼܫܬܘܼܬܵܐ ܩܲܕܡܲܝܬܵܐ ܦܘܼܩ܂ ܘܠܵܐ ܬܩܵܘܹܐ ܠܡܸܡܫܲܚ
ܡܸܫܚܵܢܹ̈ܐ ܒܲܣܝܼܡܹ̈ܐ܂ܢܸܗܘ̈ܝܵܢ ܨܘܼ̈ܠܦܵܬܵܐ܂ ܕܥܲܡܵܐ ܕܠܡܐ
ܒܹܪܝ ܡܼܢ ܕܐܝܼܕܗܹ
ܡܲܠܝܵܐ ܡܸܬܩ̱ܪܸܐ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ܂ ܘܡܼܢ ܕܐܝܼܕܸܗ ܣܲܦܝܼܩܵܐ ܡܸܬܩܪܸܐ ܣܲܟܼܠܵܐ
ܕܐ̄ܢܵܫܹ̈ܐ ܘܡܹܣܟܝܼܢܸ̈ܐ ܠܵܐ ܡܝܵܩܪܝܼܢ ܠܸܗ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܟܲܠܬܘܒܠܲܥܬ ܕܡܲܪܝܪܵܢ ܕܡܪ̈ܝܪܢ
ܕܥܲܠܘܼܩܝܼ̈ܢ ܘܠܵܐ ܐܹܫܟܲܚܬ ܕܡܲܪܝܼܪ ܡܼܢ ܡܸܣܟܸܿܢܘܼܬܵܐ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܹܥܢܸܬ
ܐܲܒܵܪܵܐ ܘܐܲܗܦܟܸܬ ܦܲܪܙܠܵܐ ܘܠܵܐ ܝܼܩܲܪ ܥܠܲܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܚܵܘܒܿܬܵܐ ܕܲܢܚܘܼܒܼ ܐ̄ܢܵܫ
ܕܠܵܐ ܐܸܟܲܠ ܘܠܵܐ ܐܸܫܬܝܼ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܠܦ ܒܪܵܟ ܟܲܦܢܵܐ ܘܨܲܗܘܵܐ܂ ܘܐܲܝܟ ܕܚܲܙܝܵܐ
ܥܲܝܢܹܗ ܗܵܟܵܢ ܢܸܕܒܹܿܪ ܒܲܝܬܸܗ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܵܒ ܥܘܝܪ ܥܲܝ̈ܢܹܐܕܝܹܢ ܒܲܪܓܲܠ ܝܼܠܵܦ ܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ ܡܢ ܥܘܝܪ ܠܒܐ܂ ܥܘܝܪ ܥܝ̈ܢܐ
ܘܐܵܙܹܠ ܘܐܵܬܹܐ ܒܵܗ܂ ܘܲܥܘܝܼܪ ܠܸܒܵܐ ܫܵܒܸܩ ܐܘܪܚܵܐ ܬܪܝܼܨܬܵܐ܂ ܘܐܵܙܹܠ
ܒܡܥܩܡܬܐ
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܲܒ ܫܒܼܵܒܼܵܐ ܕܩܲܪܝܼܒ ܡܼܢ ܐܲܚܵܐ
ܕܲܪܚܹܩ܂ܫܡܵܐ ܛܵܒܐ ܡܼܢ ܫܘܼܦܪܵܐ܂ ܡܹܛܠ ܕܫܡܵܐ ܡܛܛܒ
ܛܵܒܼܵܐ ܩܵܐܹܡ ܘܫܘܼܦܪܵܐ ܡܹܬܚܲܒܲܠ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܵܒܼ ܡܵܘܬܵܐ
ܡܼܢܘܡܼܢܚܲܝܹܐ ܠܓܒܪܐܕܢܝܚܐ ܠܝܬ ܠܗ܂ ܘܛܒܼ ܩܠܐ ܕܐܘܠܝܬܼ̈ܐ ܠܓܒܪܐ ܕܐܝܼܬ ܒܹܗ ܠܹܒܵܐܩܵܠܵܐ ܕܙܡܵܪܵܐ ܝܲܢ ܡܼܢ
ܚܲܕܘܼܬܵܐ܂܂ ܡܼܢ ܘܡܢ
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܵܒܵܐ ܗܿܝ ܟܪܥܼܵܐ ܕܐܝܕܵܟ ܡܼܢ ܘܵܙܵܐ ܒܩܲܕܪܵܐ
ܕܐܚܪܹܢܵܐ܂܂ ܒܹܪܝ ܛܵܒܼܵܐ ܗ̄ܝ ܢܹܩܝܵܐ ܕܩܲܪܝܼܒܼܵܐ ܡܼܢ ܬܵܘܪܵܐ ܕܪܵܚܝܼܩ܂
ܘܛܵܒܵܐ ܨܹܦܪܵܐ ܕܒܐܝܼܕܵܟ ܡܼܢ ܐܲܠܹܦܝܼܢ ܨܹܦܪ̈ܝܼܢ ܕܦܲܪܚܝܼܢ ܒܐܵܐܲܪ܂܂ܒܹܪܝ
ܛܵܒܵܐ ܗ̄ܝܼ ܡܹܣܟܹܢܘܼܬܵܐ ܕܲܡܟܲܢܫܵܐ ܡܼܢ ܥܘܼܬܪܵܐ ܕܡܼܒܲܕܲܪ܇ ܘܛܵܒܼ
ܬܲܥܠܵܐ ܕܚܲܝ ܡܼܢ ܐܲܪܝܵܐ ܕܡܝܼܬ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܒܘܼܫ ܡܹܠܬܵܐ ܒܠܹܒܵܟ ܘܲܢܛܲܐܒܼ
ܠܵܟ ܡܛܠ ܕܐܹܢ ܐܲܡܪܹܬܡܠܬܟ ܚܠܦܬ ܚܒܪܟ܂ ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܦܘܩ ܡܹܠܬܵܐ ܡܼܢ ܦܘܼܡܵܟ ܥܕܲܡܵܐ ܕܬܗܦܟܹܝܗܿ
ܒܠܹܒܵܟ܂ ܡܛܠ ܕܛܵܒܼܘ ܠܓܲܒܪܵܐ ܕܡܹܬܬܩܠ ܒܪܹܓܠܹܗ
ܡܼܢ ܡܿܢ ܕܡܸܬܬ̱ܩܸܠ ܒܠܸܫܵܢܸܗ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܝܢ ܬܸܫܡܲܥ ܡܹܠܬܵܐ ܡܼܢ
ܐ̄ܢܵܫ܆ ܐܲܥܠܝܹܗܿ ܒܐܲܪܥܵܐ ܐܲܡܝܹܢ ܐܲܪܒܲܥ ܘܐܲܟܼܡܵܐ ܕܬܸܕܪܘܼܟ ܥܠܸܝܗܿ
ܬܵܘܒܕܝܹܗܿ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܲܝܢܲܬ ܐܲܝܠܝܹܢ ܕܢܵܨܝܸܢ ܠܵܐ ܬܩܘܼܡ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܡܼܢ
ܡܲܨܘܼܬܵܐ ܗܵܘܹܐ ܕܝܼܢܵܐ܂ ܘܕܝܼܢܵܐ ܗܵܘܹܐ ܡܵܘܬܵܐ
ܒܸܪܝ ܐܹܢ ܚܙܹܝܬ ܐ̄ܢܵܫ
ܕܩܲܫܝܼܫ ܡܸܢܵܟ ܩܲܕܡܘܼܗܝ ܬܒܼܕܠܵܐ ܦܵܪܲܥ ܠܵܟ܂ ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܘܐܠܗܘ ܘܐܢܗܘ
ܦܵܪܵܥ ܠܵܟ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܲܪ ܠܸܫܵܢܵܟ ܡܼܢ ܕܲܓܵܠܘܼܬܵܐ ܘܐܝܼܕܲܝܟ̈ ܡܼܢ ܓܲܢܵܒܼܘܼܬܵܐ
ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ܂܂ ܕܬܸܬܩܲܪ ܕܬܸܬܩܪܐ
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܗܘܸܐ ܒܲܡܟܼܘܼܪܝܵܐ ܕܐܲܢ̄ܬܬܵܐ ܐܸܢ
ܐܸܬܐܹܒܼܫ ܠܵܗܿ ܬܠܘܼܛܵܟ܂ ܘܐܸܢ ܢܲܛܐܸܒܸ ܠܗܿ ܬܒܲܪܟܼܵܟ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܕܲܗܕܝܼܪ
ܒܲܠܒܼܘܼܫܹܗ ܗܕܝܼܪ ܒܡܸܠܬܸܗ܂ ܘܲܕܫܝܼܛ ܒܲܠܒܼܘܫܸܗ ܫܝܼܛ ܐܵܦ ܒܡܸܠܬܗܸ
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ܒܹܪܝ ܬܹܬܹܠ ܠܵܟ ܐܝܼܕܵܐ ܕܲܣܒܲܥܬܸ ܗܘܵܬ ܘܟܲܦܢܲܬܸ܂ ܘܠܵܐܬܹܬܹܠܗ
ܐܝܼܕܵܐ ܕܟܲܦܢܲܬܸ ܗܘܵܬ ܘܗܵܫܵܐ ܣܸܒܼܥܲܬ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܲܠܒܵܐ ܕܲܫܒܲܩ
ܡܵܪܵܘܗܝ ܘܐܸܬܵܐ ܒܵܬܪܵܟܡܚܵܘܗܿܝ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܲܠܘܵܬܵܟ ܠܵܐ ܒܟܸܦܸܐ ܒܟܸܐܦܸܐ
ܥܡܲܪ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܢܸܡܚܵܟ ܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ ܚܘܼܛܪܵܐ ܣܲܓܝܐܵܬܵܐ̈܂ ܘܠܵܐ
ܢܹܡܫܚܵܟ ܣܲܟܼܠܵܐ ܡܸܫܚܵܢܸ̈ܐ ܒܲܣܝܼܡܹܐ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܡ ܚܲܟܝܼܡܹܐ ܠܵܐ
ܬܹܣܪܘܿܚ܂ ܥܲܡ ܣܿܪ̈ܘܿܚܐܸ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܬܚܲܟܲܡ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝܥܕ ܐܝܼܬ ܡܣܵܢܹ̈ܐ܂܂܂
ܒܪܹ̈ܓܠܲܝܟ ܕܲܪܕܪܸܐ ܕܘܼܫ܂ ܘܲܥܒܹܕ ܠܵܟ ܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ ܠܲܒܢܲܝܟ̈܂܂
ܒܪܝ ܒܲܪ
ܥܲܬܝܪܹ̈ܐ ܐܵܟܹܠ ܚܹܘܝܵܐ ܘܐܵܡܪܝܼܢ ܠܐܲܣܝܘܼܬܵܐ ܐܵܟܹܠ ܘܒܼܵܪ ܡܸܣܟܿܝܼܢܹ̈ܐ
ܬܘܼܒ ܐܵܟܹܠ ܠܹܗ ܘܐܵܡܪܝܼܢ ܠܟܲܦܢܸܗ ܐܵܟܹܠ ܠܸܗ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܟܼܘܠ ܡܢܵܬܵܟ
ܚܲܒܼܪܵܟ ܠܵܐ ܘܥܲܡ ܘܥܠ ܬܸܣܒܲܪ܂܂ ܬܣܬܪܗܒ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܡܡܢ ܠܲܚܡܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܐܟܼܘܿܠ܂܂܂܂ ܒܵܗܹܬ ܕܒܗܬ
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܛܲܒܼܬܸܗ ܕܚܲܒܼܪܵܟ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܩܦܵܨ܂ ܘܲܒܼܒܼܝܼܫܬܹܗ ܠܵܐ ܬܼܚܕܸܗ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ
ܠܵܐ ܬܲܪܚܹܩ ܡܼܢ ܪܲܚܡܵܟ ܩܲܕܡܵܝܵܐ ܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܐܲܚܪܹܢܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܐ̄ܢܩܘܼܡ
ܒܕܘܼܟܿܬܹܗ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܓܲܢܬܹܗ ܕܕܲܝܵܢܸܐ̈ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܚܘܼܬ ܘܿܠܒܲܪܬܐ ܕܕܲܝܵܢܹ݁ܐ
ܠܵܐ ܬܸܡܟܲܘܼܪ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܣܥܘܿܪ ܪܲܚܡܵܟ ܒܡܹ̈ܠܸܐ ܛܵܒܵܬ̈ܐ ܩܕܵܡ
ܫܲܠܝܼܛܵܐ ܘܐܸܡܲܪ ܠܲܡܥܲܕܵܝܘܼܬܹܗ ܡܼܢ ܦܘܼܡܸܗ ܕܐܲܪܝܵܐ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܲܐ ܬܸܚܕܹܐ
ܠܸܗ ܠܲܒܥܹܠܕܒܵܒܵܟ ܟܲܕ ܢܡܘܼܬ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢ ܢܩܘܿܡ ܐܢܵܫ ܕܠܵܐ
ܕܘܼܟܿܬܵܐ܂ ܘܢܹܦܪܲܚ ܨܸܦܪܵܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܓܹܦܵܐܢܲܥܒܼܵܐ ܘܲܢܕܚܵܘܲܪ ܘܲܢܚܵܘܲܪ ܐܝܟ ܬܲܠܓܵܐ܂ ܘܢܲܚܠܵܐ
ܡܲܪܝܼܪܵܐ ܐܲܝܟ ܕܹܒܼܫܸܐ ܗܵܝܕܹܝܢ ܢܸܬܚܲܟܲܡ ܣܲܟܼܠܵܐ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܹܢ ܟܘܼܡܪܵܐ
ܐܢܬ ܕܲܐܠܵܗܵܐ ܗܘܲܝܬ ܙܗܝܼܪ ܡܸܢܸܗ ܛܵܒ܂ ܘܲܒܼܕܲܟܼܝܘܼܬܵܐ ܗܘܲܝܬ ܥܵܐܹܠ
ܩܕܵܡܵܗܝ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܓܲܒܪܵܐ ܕܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܐܲܛܐܿܒ ܠܸܗ ܕܐܵܦ ܐܲܢ̄ܬ ܝܲܩܝܼܪ܂܂܂
ܬܹܗܘܹܐ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܕܘܿܢ ܥܲܡ ܐ̄ܢܵܫ ܒܝܵܘܡܸܗ ܘܠܵܐ ܬܩܘܿܡ ܠܘܼܩܒܲܠ
ܢܲܗܪܵ̈ܐ ܒܡܐܸܬܝܼܬܸܗ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܝܢܸܗ ܕܒܵܪܢܵܫܵܐ ܐܲܝܟܗ̄ܝܼ ܕܠܵܐ ܡܲܒܥܵܐ ܡܲܒܘܿܥܵܐ
ܣܲܒܼܥܿܐ ܥܕܵܡܵܐ ܕܡܹܬܡܲܠܝܵܐ ܥܲܦܪܵܐ܂܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܨܝܼܕ ܐܲܝܠܝܹܢ ܕܢܵܨܝܼܢ
ܠܵܐ ܬܩܘܿܡ܂܂ ܒܹܪܝ ܡܹܛܠ ܕܡܼܢ ܓܘܼܢܚܵܐ ܗܵܘܝܵܐ ܡܸܠܬܵܐ ܕܡܼܨܘܬܵܐ ܘܡܼܢ
ܡܲܨܘܼܬܵܐ ܗܵܘܹܐ ܬܲܟܼܬܘܼܫܵܐ ܘܡܼܢ ܬܲܟܼܬܿܘܼܫܵܐ ܗܵܘܸܐ ܩܸܛܠܵܐ܂܂
ܠܥܵܠܲܡ ܚܼܝܝܼ
ܐܲܠܵܗܸ̈ܐ ܠܵܐ ܡܸܫܟ̈ܚܝܼܢ
ܠܡܸܥܒܲܕܕܐܲܝܟ ܗܵܠܝܸܢ ܐܲܝܟܲܢܵܐ ܒܢܲܝܢܲ̈ܫܵܐ܂ ܨܒܼܘܼܬܵܐ ܨܒ̈ܘܬܐ
ܠܥܵܠܲܡܚܝ܆ ܚܝܝ
ܠܥܵܠܲܡ ܚܝܝܼ܂
ܠܥܵܠܲܡܚܝܼ ܚܝܝ
ܡܼܢ ܕܠܐܫܡܥ ܒܐܕܢ̈ܘܗܝ ܡܼܢ ܒܣܬܪ ܩܕܠܗ ܡܫܡܥܝܢ ܠܗ
ܘܥܢܐ
ܢܕܢ ܒܪܝ ܘܐܡܪ ܠܝ܂ ܐܢ̄ܬ ܡܪܝܐܬܚܡܬ܂ ܥܠ ܒܲܪ ܚܵܬܵܟ܂ ܡܢܐ ܠܡܢܐ
ܘܬܘܼܒܼ ܐܡܪܬܼ ܠܗ ܒܪܝ ܥܠ ܟܘܪܣܝܐ ܕܐܝܩܪܐ ܐܘܬܒܬܟ܂ ܘܐܢ̄ܬ܂܂
ܡܼܢ ܟܘܪܣܝ ܣܚܦܬܢܝ ܘܠܝ ܟܐܢܘܬܐ ܫܘܙܒܬܢܝ
ܒܪܝ ܗܿܘܝܬ ܠܝܼ
ܒܝܬ ܥܩܪܒܼܐ ܕܡܚܝܬ ܠܡܪܫܐ܆ ܕܟܐܦܐܘܥܢܐ ܘܐܡܪ ܕܟܪܐ܂ ܕܕܟܪܐ܂
ܠܗ ܠܠܒܐܡܚܝܬ ܫܵܐܘܢܹܐ ܫܢܝܐ ܠܡܚܛܐ܂ ܘܐܡܪܬ ܕܡܚܝܛ ܕܒܝܼܫ ܡܼܢ ܠܥܘܣܩ̈ܐ ܠܥܘܣܩܐ ܘܬܘܒܼ ܕܐܟܝ ܕܝܠܟܝ
ܡܚܝܬ ܠܓܡܠܐ ܒܦܪܣܬܐ ܘܐܪܝܡ ܪܫܗ ܠܫܡܝܐܠܗܿ ܘܐܡܪܬ ܘܐܡܪ
ܐܝܟ ܢܦܫܝ ܬܗܘܐ ܢܦܫܟ
ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܥܙܐ ܕܩܡܬ ܥܠ
ܘܐܟܠܬܸ ܡܢܗܿ܂ ܐܡܪܐ ܠܗܿ ܦܘܬܐ ܗܿܝ ܥܠ ܡܘܢ ܐܟܠܬܝ ܦܬܐ ܦܘܬܐ
ܠܝ ܕܗܐܒܥܩܪܝ ܦܠܚܝܢ ܠܗ܂ ܥܢܬ ܥܙܐ ܘܐܡܪܬܸ ܠܸܗ ܓܠܘܕܟܝ ܓܠܕܢܝ
ܐܸܟܼܘܼܠ ܡܢܟܝ܂ ܒܚ̈ܝ ܒܚ̈ܝܝ ܢܥܩܪܘܢܟܝ ܒܡܘܬ ܒܡܘܬܝ
ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ
ܐܝܟ ܐ̄ܢܫ ܕܫܕܐ ܟܐܦܐ ܠܫܡܝܐ܂ ܘܠܫܡܝܐ ܠܐ ܡܛܬܸ ܘܚܛܗܐ
ܡܼܢ ܐܠܗܐܐܩܒܠ ܩܒܠ
ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܐܢܫܕܫܕܚܙܐ
ܠܚܒܪܗ ܕܪܥܠ ܡܼܢ ܩܘܪܫܐܕܘܠܐ ܘܫܩܐ ܘܫܩܠ ܘܐܪܡܝ܂ ܕܡܝܐ ܕܡ̈ܝܐ
ܥܠܘܗܝ
ܠܘܝ ܒܪܝ ܕܡܐ ܕܩܛܠܬܢܝ ܡܫܟܚ ܗܘܝܬܕܬܬܡܠܐ ܕܬܡܠܐ
ܬܗܘܐ ܕܝܢ ܝܕܥܿ ܒܪܝ ܕܐܢ ܢܐܪܟ ܕܘܢܒܗ ܕܚܙܝܪܐ ܫܒܥ ܕܘܟܬܐ ܕܘܟܬܝ
ܐܡܝܢܚܠܦ ܕܣܘܣܝܐ ܠܐ ܩܐܿܡ܂ ܘܐܢ ܢܗܘܐ ܣܥܪܗ ܪܲܟܝܟ ܘܫܦܝܪ ܐܡܝܢ ܐܡ̈ܝܢ
ܥܠ ܓܘܫܡܐ ܕܒܢ̈ܝ ܚܐܪ̈ܐ ܠܐ ܩܐܡ܂
ܐܢܐ ܐܡܪܬ ܒܪܝܕܗܘܐ ܕܬܗܘܐ
ܘܒܝܬܝ ܘܩܢܝܢ̈ܝ ܬܩܢܐ ܘܬܐܪܬܐ ܠܐ ܚܠܦ ܚܠܦܝ ܠܐܠܗܐ ܘܠܐ ܫܦܝܪ ܫܦܪܬ
ܫܡܥ ܒܩܠܟ܂
ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܐܪܝܐ ܕܦܓܥ ܒܚܡܪܐ܂ ܐܡܪ ܠܗ
ܐܪܝܐ ܬܐ ܒܫܠܡܐ ܡܪܝܥܢܐ ܚܡܪܐ ܘܐܡܪ ܠܐܪܝܐ ܐܝܟ ܩܘܪܢܣ ܩܘܪܢܠܝܘܣ܆
ܫܠܡܐ ܕܝܠܝ ܢܗܘܐ ܫܠܡܗ ܕܓܒܼܪܐ ܕܐܣܪܚ ܘܠܐ ܚܠܨܢܝ ܘܐܦ̈ܝܟ
ܕܝܠܟ ܠܐ ܚܙܐ ܗܘܝܬ
ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܦܚܐܗܘܝܬ܂܂܂ ܕܨܠܝܐ ܕܨܠܐ
ܒܩܩܠܬܐܚܕ ܘܐܡܪ ܠܗ ܡܢܐ ܘܐܫܟܚܗܿ ܘܐܫܟܚܗܼ ܗܪܟܐ ܥܒܼܕܬܝ ܥܒܕܬ
ܠܗ ܐܡܪܐ ܐܡܪ ܡܢܐܦܚܐ ܗܿܝ ܠܐܠܗܐܐ̄ܢܐ܂ ܐܡܪ ܠܗ ܡܨܠܝܐ ܡܨܠܐ ܩܘܼܫܝ ܩܘܼܦܫܝ
ܢܵܐ ܗܿܘ ܘܗܵܢܵܐ ܡܸܕܸܡ ܕܐܝܼܬܡܵܢܵܐ ܐܝܼܬܵܘܗܝ܂ ܒܦܘܼܡܵܟܼܝ ܒܦܘܡܟ ܠܹܗ ܐܵܡܪܵܐ ܐܡܪ
ܦܲܚܵܐ ܠܲܚܡܵܐܐܝܼܬܵܘܗܝ ܘܩܪܒ ܩܘܼܦܫܝܼܢܵܐ ܗܿܘ ܕܟܲܦܢܹܐ ܕܟ̈ܦܢܐ ܕܢܲܣܒܼܘܼܗܝ ܕܢܣܒܝܘܗܝ
ܦܲܚܵܐ ܗܿܘ ܒܨܘܪܸܗ ܘܟܕ ܡܸܬܛܲܪܲܦ ܘܐܵܡܲܪ ܩܘܦܫܝܢܐ ܗܿܘ ܘܠܲܒܼܟܼܘܼ ܘܠܒܟܗ
ܐܸܢ ܗܵܢܵܐܐܝܬܘܗܝ ܠܲܚܡܐܵ ܕܝܹܗܒܹܬ ܠܡܸܣܟ̈ܝܼܢܹܐ܂ ܗܿܘ ܐܠܗܐ ܕܡܲܨܠܹܐܠܸܗ ܐܝܼܬ ܐܢܬ
ܠܵܐܩܠܟ܂ ܫܡܥ ܢܫܡܥ
ܗܘܲܝܬ܂ ܠܝܼ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟܕܠܵܐ ܡܦܲܨܸܐ ܐܪܝܐ ܕܚܓܼܠܐ ܚܓܠܐ
ܢܲܦܫܸܗ ܡܼܢ ܡܵܘܬܵܐܠܘܵܬܹܗ ܘܠܚܒܼܪܬ ܘܠܚܒܪ̈ܘܗܝ ܘܡܛܒܥ ܠܗܘܿܢ ܒܩܛܠܐ ܡܟܲܢܫܸܗ ܡܟܢܫ
ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܐܪܝܐ ܕܒܣܪ ܥܲܠܘܬܲܡܲܢ ܫܵܒܹܩ ܬܵܘܪܵܐ ܬܘܪ̈ܐ ܠܗܘܿܢ ܐܢܘܢ
ܠܚܲܝ̈ܘܗܝ܂
ܗܘܝܼܬ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܩܠܡܐ ܕܐܸܟܠܹܬܸ ܥܒܼܘܼܪܵܐܘܬܘܕܘܨܪ̈ܐ ܕܐܘܨܪ̈ܐ
ܕܡܲܠܟܵܐ܂ ܘܗܘܸܝ ܠܡܸܕܹܡ ܠܵܐ ܟܲܫܪܸܬܸ
ܗܘܝܼܬ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܩܲܕܪܵܐ
ܕܐܝܬ ܠܗܕܗܒܐ ܘܡܼܢ ܫܚܘܪܐ ܠܐ ܡܬܓܪܕܝܐ ܗܘܬܸ ܐܪܝ̈ܐ ܐܕ̈ܢܐ
ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܐܟܪܐ ܕܙܪܥ ܠܗܿ ܐܫܟܪܐ ܕܼܐܝܬܒܵܗ ܒܗܼ
ܥܣܪܝܢ ܣܐܝܢ܂ܘܟܕ ܚܨܕܗܿ ܐܦܩܬ ܠܵܗ ܥܣܪܝܢ ܣܐܝܢ܂ ܣܐܝ̈ܢ܂ ܥܢܐ ܐܟܪܐ ܣܐܝܢ ܣܐܝ̈ܢ
ܗܿܘ ܘܐܡܪ ܠܗ ܐܢܐ ܒܛܠܬ ܒܟܝ ܐܪܥܐ ܐܢ̄ܬܝ ܕܝܢ ܠܐ ܒܗܬܬܘܼܣܵܐܵܐ ܒܗܬܬ ܒܗܬܬܝ
ܡܸܥܠܐ ܒܣܠܐ ܒܣܐܐ ܗܘܝܬ ܗܘܝܬܝ
ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܬܝܫܐ ܗܘܝܬܝ ܗܘܝܬ ܕܡܥܠ܂܂܂ ܕܥܙܐ ܕܥܙܐ
ܠܘܬ ܛܒܚܐ ܚܒܼܪ̈ܘܗܝܠܘܝܗܸܘ ܠܢܦܫܗܡܢ ܢܟܣܬܐ ܠܐܡܘܙܹܒܼ ܡܫܘܙܒ
ܗܘܝܼܬ
ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܟܠܒܐ ܕܥܠ ܠܵܐܬܘܢܐܘܟܕ ܫܵܚܸܢ ܠܗ ܫܲܪܝܼ ܕܦܲܘܚܵܪܵܐ ܕܦܲܚܵܪܵܐ
ܢܒܼܚ ܒܗܘܢ
ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟܕܐܙܠ ܗ̄ܘܵܐ ܘܥܡ ܒܢ̈ܝ ܚܐܪ̈ܐ ܚܙܪܐ ܚܙܝܪܐ
ܘܟܕ ܚܙܵܐ ܠܒܢܐ ܠܒ̈ܢܐ ܕܣܚܐ ܢܚܬ ܠܗ ܓܘܼܡܪܵܐ ܓܘܡܬܐ ܥܠ ܒܗܿ ܘܐܡܪ ܘܐܬܓܪ ܘܐܬܬܓܪ
ܠܗܘܢ ܬܘ ܣܚܘ
ܠܝܼ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܗܘܝܬܝ ܗܘܝܬ ܗܿܘ ܠܦܘܡܟ܂܂܂܂ ܕܨܒܝܢܝ̈ ܕܨܒܼܥ̈ܬܼܝ
ܕܝܠܟ ܠܥܝܢ̈ܝ ܘܨܒܠܟ ܘܨܒܼܥ̈ܬܼܟ
ܟܠܒܐ ܕܡܼܢܠܚܡܐ ܕܡܪܗ ܠܐ ܐܟܠ ܡܢܬܐ ܕܕܐܒ̈ܐ
ܘܐܝܕܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܦܠܚܐ ܡܼܢ ܬܚܬ ܫܚܬܗܿ ܢܗܘ ܢܗܘܐ ܥܝܢܐ܂܂ ܬܬܦܣܝܩ܂ ܬܬܦܣܩ܂
ܕܠܐ ܒܗܿ܂ ܥܘܪܒܐ ܢܚܨܘܢܗܿ ܐܚܙܐ ܚܙܝܐ
ܒܡܢܐ ܐܬܕܟܪܟ ܒܪܝ ܘܬܬܪܘܚ ܢܦܫܝ
ܐܢܐܠܗܐ ܐܠܗ̈ܐ
ܢܓܢܒܘܢ ܒܡܼܢ ܢܘܡܐ ܐܢܘܢ ܘܐܢ ܢܓܢܘܒܼ ܐܪܝܐ ܐܝܟܐ ܐܙܠܐܟܠ ܠܗܿ
ܐܢܐ ܒܪܝ ܐܦܝ̈ ܡܠܟܐ ܘܪܘܪ̈ܒܢܐ ܚܘܝܬܟ ܘܠܐܝܩܪܐ ܘܪܒܐ
ܡܛܝܬܟ ܘܐܢ̄ܬ ܠܥܒܕ̈ܝܛܒܥܐ ܒܝܫܬܐ ܒܝܫ̈ܬܐ ܡܒܐܫܘ ܠܝ ܡܢܐ ܦܪܥ ܗܘܝܬ܂
ܗܘܝܬ
ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܟܟܘܫܬܐ ܕܐܡܪܝܢ ܠܗܿ ܫܒܘܩܝ ܓܘܢܒܝܟ̈ܝ ܘܗܘܝ
ܬܝ ܥܐܠܐ ܘܢܦܩܐ ܐܝܟ ܕܨܒܼܝܐ ܢܦܫܟܝ ܐܡܪܐ ܠܗܘܢ ܟܟܘܫܬܐ
ܗܿܝ ܐܸܢ ܢܗܘܝ̈ܢ ܠܝܼ ܥܝܢ̈ܐ ܕܣܐܡܐ ܘܐܝܕ̈ܐ ܕܕܗܒܼܐ ܘܪ̈ܓܠܐ
ܓܘܢܒܝ̈ ܠܐ ܫܒܩܢܐ ܠܗܘܢ ܠܝ ܕܒܪܘܠܐ ܕܒܪ̈ܘܠܐ
ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ
ܚܘܝܐ ܕܥܠ ܣܢܝܐ ܪܟܝܒ ܗ̄ܘܐܕܢܦܝܠ ܒܢܗܪܐ ܘܚܙܐ ܐܪܝܐܘܐܡ ܘܐܡܪ
ܕܒܝܫ ܥܠ ܒܝܫ ܪܟܝܼܒ ܡܼܢ ܬܪ̈ܝܗܘܢ ܡܘܒܠ ܠܗܘܢ
ܐܡܪ ܠܗܗܿܘ ܗܐ ܐܢ̄ܬ ܡܦܢܐ ܐܢ̄ܬ ܥܙܐ ܥܠ ܡܪܗܘܢ ܐܪܝܐ ܠܐܪܝܐ
ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟܕܗܼܘܼܘ ܩܛܘ̈ܠܐ ܐܝܠܐ ܐܝ̈ܠܐ ܠܐܡܗܬܗܘܢ ܠܐܡ̈ܗܬܗܘܢ
ܒܪܝ ܐܢܐ
ܟܠ ܡܕܡ ܕܒܣܝܡ ܐܛܥܡܬܟ ܘܐܢܬ ܠܚܡܐ ܒܥܦܪܐ ܠܐ
ܣܒܥܬܢܝ܂
ܐܢܐ ܡܫܚ̈ܢܐ ܒܣܝܡ̈ܐ ܡܫܚܬܟ ܘܐܢ̄ܬ ܓܘܫܡܝ
ܒܥܦܪܐ ܚܒܠܬ܂ ܐܢܐ ܚܡܪ̈ܢܐ ܥܬܝܩ̈ܐ ܐܫܩܝܬܟ܂ ܘܐܢܬ ܡܝ̈ܐ
ܒܟܝܠܐ ܠܐ ܣܒܥܬܢܝ܂
ܗܘܝܬ ܒܪܝ܂ ܐܝܟ ܚܘܠܕܐܕܣܐܡ ܕܩܐܡ ܠܦܘܡܝ ܠܦܘܡ
ܬܐܕܢܩܒܼܘܠ ܠܐܪܥܐ ܐܪܥܐ ܠܐܠܗܐ ܡܛܠܕܥܝ̈ܢܗܘܝ ܕܥܝ̈ܢܘܗܝ ܘܐܬܐ ܢܫܪܐ ܕܥܝ̈ܢܘܗܝܥܝ̈ܢܘܗܝ
ܘܚܛܦܘܚܛܦܗ܂
ܥܢܐܢܕܢ ܒܪܝ ܘܐܡܪ ܠܝ ܚܣ ܠܟ ܡܪܝ
ܕܬܗܘܐ ܡܼܢ ܗܠܝܢ ܕܠܐ ܪ̈ܚܡܐ ܐܠܐ ܐܝܟܥܒܕ ܥܡܝ ܪ̈ܚܡܟ ܪ̈ܚܡܝܟ
ܘܐܦ ܠܐܠܗܐ ܚܛܐ ܐ̄ܢܫ ܘܫܒܼܩ ܠܗܐܦ ܐܝܬ ܗܫܐ ܚܛܗܘ̈ܝ ܚܛܗܘ̈ܗܝ
ܫܒܘܩܠܝ ܘܐܗܘܐ ܡܫܡܫ ܪ̈ܟܫܝܟܐ̄ܘܪܥܐ ܐܘ ܪܥܐ ܐܘ ܚܙܝܪ̈ܐ ܥܢܐ ܥܢ̈ܐ
ܕܝܠܟ ܘܢܬܩܪܼܐ ܐܢܐ ܓܒܪܐ ܒܝܫܐ ܘܐܢ̄ܬ ܬܬܩܪܐ ܛܒܐ
ܥܢܝܬ
ܐܢܐ ܘܐܡܪܬ ܠܗ ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ܂ ܕܩܠܐ ܚܕ ܕܩܐܡ
ܥܠ ܝܕ ܐܘܪܚܐ ܘܐܸܒܸܐ ܠܐ ܡܩܒܠ ܕܢܩܪܐܕܢܩܪܐ ܘܐܬܐ ܡܪܗ
ܘܨܒܐܐܡܪ ܠܗ ܗܿܘ ܕܩܠܐ ܫܒܘܩܝܢܝ ܕܢܩܪܗܘܝ ܕܢܥܩܪܝܘܗܝ ܫܢ̱ܬܐ ܚܕܐ ܘܐܬܠ
ܠܟܐܡܪ ܠܗ ܡܪܗ ܟܘܫܒ̈ܐ ܟܘܫܪ̈ܐ ܐܘܠܟ ܐܘ ܠܟ ܐܘܠܟܕܘܝܐ ܒܐܒܟ
ܕܝܠܟܠܐ ܐܟܫܪܬ ܒܕܠܐ ܕܝܠܟ ܬܟܫܪ܂
ܒܪܝ ܛܒܼܐ ܣܝܒܘܬܐ
ܕܢܫܪܐ ܡܼܢ ܥܠܝܡܘܬܗ ܕܟܘܕܪܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܡܪܝܢ ܠܗ ܠܕܐܒܐܐܡܪܝܢ ܟ ܠܕܐܹܒܐ
ܐܪܚܩ ܡܼܢ ܥܢ̈ܐ ܐܡܪܛܒ ܠܥܝܢ̈ܝ ܐܡܪܝܢ܂܂܂ ܚܝܠܗ ܚܠܗ
ܗ ܝܠܦ ܕܬܐܡܪ ܐܠܦ ܒܝܬܠܗ ܐܡܪ ܗܘܐ ܐܡܪܐ ܓܕܝܐ܂܂ ܐܘ ܗܘ
ܒܪܝ ܠܪܫܗܣܡܘܗܝ ܥܠ ܦܬܘܪ̈ܐ ܕܚܡܪ ܕܚܡܪܐ ܥܠ܂܂܂ ܘܐܬܓܠ ܘܐܼܬܓܪܥ
ܥܦܪܐ ܢܦܠ ܐܡܪܝܢ ܥܠ܂ ܢܦܫܗ ܪܓܙ ܕܠܐ ܡܩܒܠ ܐܝܩܪܐ
ܐܠܐ ܐܟܬܐ
ܠܡܬܠܐ ܫܪܝܗܝ ܫܪܪܬܝܗܝ ܕܝܠܕܬ ܘܕܪܒܝܬ ܩܪܝ ܥܒܕܟ ܕܐܡܪ ܕܐܡܝܪ
ܒܪܝ ܛܒ ܡܼܢ ܟܠܗܝܢܗܕܐ ܐܫܪ ܘܕܒܪ ܚܬܟ ܬܚܝܬ܂܂܂ ܡܠܐ ܡ̈ܠܐ
ܫܚܬܟܘܛܪܘܦ ܠܟܐܦܐ܂ ܗܿܘ ܠܘܟ ܠܒܘܟ ܒܪܝ ܗܼܘ ܢܕܘܢ ܕܐܚܢܝ ܕܐܚܝܢܝ
ܒܝܢܬܟ܂ ܒܝܢܬܢ܂
ܘܕܚܦܪܠܚܒܪܗ ܓܘܡܨ ܓܘܡܨܐ
ܩܘܡܗܒܗ܂܂ ܡܪܠܗ ܡܡܠܐ