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East Syriac script
This manuscript is copied from the now lost cod. Urmiensis 270 (= S4)
Readings from the now-lost cod. Urmiensis 117 (= S5) were transmitted in the margins
Note on first page: THE SYRIAC TEXT OF THE LEGEND OF AḤIḲAR FROM A MS. IN THE LIBRARY OF THE AMERICAN MISSION AT OOROMIAH (cod. Urmiensis 270 = S4) with some readings from Cod. Urmiensis 117 (=S5)
Probably the former possessor of the manuscript and co-editor of the Syriac edition of this text, James Rendel Harris, has made remarks in the text by pencil (not transcribed for this edition).
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 angrilyagainst God. In another manuscript [it is] be inflated
My son, do not tell all that you hear.
My son, do not lift your eyes and look at a woman who is bedizened and painted; do not desire her in your heart. For if you give her something that 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's wife, so that others may not commit adultery with your wife.
My son, do not be in a hurry like the 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 later but whose fruit is the first to be eaten.
My son, lower your voice, for a house is not built by a loud voice; otherwise the donkey would build two houses in one day; and if the plough were driven by sheer force, the share would never be loosed 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 not become wise with a defiled man.In another manuscript: you will not be wise
My son, associate yourself with a wise man in order to become wise like him, and do not associate with a loquacious man so that you will not be 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 hunger.”In another manuscript: he ate it for medicine, but the poor ate it for hunger
My son, eat your portion and please your friend.
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 that you have acquired.
My son, the words of liars are like fat sparrows, and he who lacks understanding eats them (i.e., believes them).
My son, do not bring upon yourself the curses of your father and mother; do not be displeased with the blessings of your children.
My son, do not go unarmedfor you do not know when you will meet your enemy. In another manuscript, it adds: in the way;
My son, as a tree is adorned with its branches and fruit, and a mountain with trees, so is a man adorned with his wife and children; a man without wife and children is despised and scorned by his enemies; he is likened to a tree by the roadside, which every passer-by plucks and every beast of the field tears its leaves from.
My son, do not say, "My lord is a fool,
and I am wise," but accept him in his faults, and you shall become wise.
My son, do not count yourself wise.
My son, do not lie with your words before your Lord, lest He despise you and say to you: "Get out of my sight!"
My son, let your words be true, so that your Lord may say to you: "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 servant better than another, for you do not know which of them will be mindful of you in the end.
My son, smite with stones the dog that leaves its master and follows you.
My son, a flock that walks many tracks will become the prey of the wolves.
My son, judge righteously in your youth, that you may have honour in your old age.
My son, sweeten your tongue and make the opening of your mouth savoury; for the tail of a dog gives him bread, but his mouth blows.
My son, do not let your neighbour tread on your foot, lest he tread on your throat.
My son, strike a man with a wise word, so that it may be in his heart like a slight fever; for even if you strike a 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 leave your property and goods in his hands.
My son, withdraw first from a marriage, and do not linger for pleasant ointments, lest they should become bruises (in your head).
My son, he whose hand is full is called wise; and he whose hand is empty is called foolish, because people do not honour a poor man.
My son, I have eaten bitter things and swallowed sticky things, but I have not seen anything more bitter than poverty.
My son, I have carried lead, and I have turned over iron; but it was not heavier than a debt which a man must pay without eating and drinking.
My son, teach your son hunger and thirst, so that he may manage his house according to what his eye sees.
My son, it is better to be blind with the eyes than blind in the heart, for the blind of the eyes quickly learn the way and walk in 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, but beauty decays.
My son, better is death than life
for a man who has no rest, and better is the voice of wailing for a man who is sincere (lit.: with heart) than 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 on the wing. My son, better is poverty that gathers than wealth that disperses, and better is a living fox than a dead lion.
My son, hold back a word in your heart, and that will keep you well; for once you have spoken your word, you may have to change your friend.
My son, do not let a word go out of your mouth until you have taken counsel 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 tread upon it and destroy it.
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.In another manuscript, it adds: 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 be a mediator in a woman's marriage, for if it goes badly she will curse you; and if it goes well she may not 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, if someone finds something in front of an idol that belongs to it, give it to him.
My son, the hand that was satiated will give, not the hand that was hungry.
My son, smite with stones the dog that leaves his master and follows after you, because he will not dwell with you.
My son, let the wise strike you with many blows, but do not let the fool soothe you with sweet perfume.
My son, you will not be defiled with a wise man, nor will you become wise with a defiled man.
My son, do not eat bread with one who is not ashamed.
My son, do not leave your first friend, lest another take his place.
My son, do not go down into the judge's garden, nor be betrothed to the daughters of judges.
My son, help your friend with pleasant words before the ruler, so 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 flew without wings, and the raven became white as snow, and the bitter became 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, honor also the one to whom God does good.
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; they are not satisfied with riches until filled with dust.
My son, do not stay near quarrelsome people, for after jokes comes a word of quarrel, after quarrel comes strife, and after strife arises murder.
My son, whoever does not listen with his ears will be made to listen through the back of his neck.
Nadan 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 honor, but you have 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 the rock answered and said to it: "You have struck at an unaffected heart." And it said: "You have struck at a sting worse than yours." And it struck the camel in its hoof and it raised its head to the sky and said to it: “Your soul shall feel 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? Behold, 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 the 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 rise 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 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: "I am praying to God." The fig-pecker said: "And this in your mouth—what is it?" The snare said: "Bread for strangers." [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 strangers, 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, yet it gathers its companions around itself and leads them to destruction.
My son, you have been to me like someone 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 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 of twenty seahs. And the ploughman said: "I became weary of you, field! But you were not ashamed, though you produced only 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 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 me evil: with what shall I repay you?
My son, you have been to me like the cat to whom they say: "Give up your stealing, and you shall go out and come in as you please." 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 stealing."
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 killed their mothers.
My son, I fed you with all that was good all my 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 water in abundance.
My son, you were like a mole that came up out of the ground to confront
God in His eyes. An eagle came, carried it off, and killed it.
My sonNadan answered and said to me: "Such merciless happenings shall 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 the 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 own fruit. Will you be diligent in what is not yours?'"
My son, the old age of the eagle is better than the old ageof the vulture. (In) another manuscript youth
My son, they say to the wolf: "Stay away from the sheep!" It said: "The dust is good for my eyes." They said to it: "A, B." It said, the wolf: "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 honor, but wrath."
Hear, my son, a proverb: "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 strike him against a stone." But, my son, He Who gave me life will judge between us.”
ܠܥܠܡ ܚܝܝ
ܣܲܒܿ ܚܵܠܝܼܡ܂
ܠܥܠܡ ܚܝܝ
ܫܡܥ ܒܪܝܢܕܢ܂ ܘܬܼܐ ܠܬܼܪܥܝܬܼܝ܆ ܘܗܸܘܝܬܿ
ܥܗܿܕ ܠܡܠܝ̈ ܐܠܗܝ܂
ܒܪܝܢܕܢ܂ ܐܢ ܫܡܥܬܿ ܡܠܬܼܐ
ܬܡܘܬܼ ܒܠܒܟ܂ ܘܠܐ̄ܢܫ ܠܐ ܬܓܼܠܐ܆ ܕܠܡܐ ܬܗܘܐ
ܓܡܘܪܬܐ ܒܦܘܡܟ ܘܬܼܟܼܘܝܟ܂ ܘܡܘܡܐ ܬܣܝܡ
ܒܢܦܫܟ ܘܥܠ ܐܠܗܐ ܬܬܼܪܥܡ܂ܒܐܨܚܬܐ ܐ̄ܚܪܝܬܐ S5
ܒܪܝ ܟܠ ܕܫܿܡܥ
ܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܠܐ ܬܓܼܠܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܪܝܡ ܥܝܢܟ ܘܬܚܙܐ ـ
ܐܢ̄ܬܿܬܼܐ ܕܣܪܝܩܐ ܘܟܼܚܝܠܐ܂ ܠܐ ܬܪܓܝܗܿ ܒܠܒܿܟ
܂ ܡܛܠ ܕܐܢ ܬܬܿܠ ܠܗܿ ܟܠ ܡܕܡ ܕܐܝܬܼ ܠܟ ܒܐܝܕ̈ܝܼܟ
܂ ܡܕܡ ܝܘܬܼܪܢܐ ܒܗܿ ܠܐ ܡܫܟܚ ܐܢ̄ܬܿ܂ ܘܚܛܗܐ
ܠܐܠܗܐ ܬܼܚܘܒܼ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܓܼܘܪ ܒܐܢ̄ܬܬܼ ܚܒܼܪܟ
܆ ܕܠܡܐ ܢܓܼܘܪܘܢ ܐܚܪ̈ܢܐ ܒܐܢ̄ܬܿܬܼܟ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܗܘܐ
ܡܣܪܗܒܼܐ ܐܝܟ ܕܠܘܙܐ ܠܘܩܕܡ ܥܿܦܐ܂ ܘܠܚܪܬܐ
ܐܒܗ ܡܬܼܐܟܼܠ܂ ܐܠܐ ܗܘܝ ܫܘܐ ܘܛܥܡܢ ܐܝܟ܂
ܬܘܬܼܐ ܕܠܚܪܬܐ ܥܦܿܐ܂ ܘܠܘܩܕܡ ܐܒܿܗ ܡܬܼܐ̱ܟܼܠ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܪܟܢ ܩܠܟ܆ ܡܛܠ ܕܠܐ ܒܩܠܐ ܪܡܐ ܡܬܼܒ̱ܿܢܐ
ܒܝܬܐ܂ ܚܡܪܐ ܕܝܢ ܬܪܝܢ ܒ̈ܬܐ ܒܿܢܐ ܗ̄ܘܼܐ ܒܚܕܼ
ܝܘܡܐ܂ ܘܐܠܘ ܒܚܝܠܐ ܬܩܝܦܐ ܡܬܿܕܒܼܪܐ ܗ̄ܘܬܸ
ܦܿܕܢܐ܂ ܚܪܒܐ ܡܼܢ ܫܚܬܼܗ ܕܓܡܠܐ ܠܐ ܡܫܬܪܝܐ
ܗ̄ܘܼܬ̱܂
ܒܪܝ ܛܒܼ ܠܡܗܦܟܼܘ ܟܐܦ̈ܐ ܥܡ ܓܒܼܪܐ
ܚܟܿܝܡܐ܆ ܡܼܢ ܕܠܡܫܬܐ ܚܡܪܐ ܥܡ ܓܒܼܪܐ ܣܟܼܠܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܫܘܕܼ ܚܡܪܟ ܥܠ ܩܒܼܪܐ ܕܙܕܝܩ̈ܐ܆ ܘܠܐ
ܬܫܬܝܘܗܝ ܥܡܥܘ̈ܠܐ܂ ܐܢܫ ܐܢ̈ܫܐ
ܒܪܝ ܥܡ ܚܟܿܝܡܐ
ܠܐ ܬܣܪܘܚ܆ ܘܥܡ ܣܪܘܚܐ ܬܬܼܚܟܡ܂ܒܐܨ܆ ܐܚܪ܆ S5
ܒܪܝ
ܐܬܼܠܘܐ ܠܓܒܼܪܐ ܚܟܿܝܡܐ ܕܬܬܼܚܟܿܡ ܐܟܼܘܬܼܗ܂
ܘܠܐ ܬܬܼܠܘܐ ܠܓܒܼܪܐ ܦܟܿܢܐ ܘܠܫܢܢܐ܂ ܕܠܐ ܬܬܼܡܢܐ
ܥܡܗ܂
ܒܪܝ ܥܕܼ ܐܝܬܼ ܒܪ̈ܓܼܠܝܟ ܡܣܢ̈ܐ܆ ܕܘܫ ܕܪܕܪ̈ܐ
ܘܥܒܼܕ ܐܘܪܚܐ ܠܒܼܢ̈ܝܟ ܘܠܒܼܢ̈ܝ ܒܢ̈ܝܟ܂
ܒܪܝ ܒܪ
ܥܬܿܝܪܐ ܐܿܟܼܠ ܚܘܝܐ܇ ܘܐܡܪܝܢܕܠܟܼܦܢܗ ܐܿܟܼܠ܂ ܒܐܨ܆ ܐܚܪ܆ ܘܡܘܣܦ ـ S5
ܒܪܝ ܐܟܼܘܠ ܡܢܬܼܟ ܘܥܠ ܚܒܼܪܟ ܬܫܦܪ܂ܒܪܝ
ܒܛܒܼ̈ܬܼܗ ܕܣܢܐܟ ܠܐ ܐܩܨܦ܆ ܘܐܦܠܐ ܒܒܼܝܬ̈ܬܼܗ ـ
ܬܚܕܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܬܼܩܪܒܼ ܠܐܢ̄ܬܿܬܼܐ ܠܚܘܫܬܢܝܬܐ܆
ܘܠܐܝܕܐ ܕܪܡ ܩܠܗܿ܂
ܒܪܝ ܒܬܼܪ ܫܘܦܪܐ ܕܐܢ̄ܬܿܬܼܐ
ܠܐ ܬܐܙܠ܂ ܘܠܐ ܬܪܓܝܗܿ ܒܠܒܟ܂ ܡܛܠ ܕܫܘܦܪܐ ܕܐܢ̄ܬܿܬܼܐ
ܛܥܡܗܿ܂ ܘܡܠܬܼ ܦܘܡܗܿ ܗܕܪܗܿ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܢ ܐܪܥܟ
ܣܢܐܟ ܒܒܼܝܫܬܐ܆ ܐܪܘܥܝܘܗܝ ܐܢ̄ܬ ܒܚܟ̱ܡܬܐ܂
ܒܪܝ
ܐܢ ܢܦܿܠ ܥܘܠܐ ܘܠܐ ܩܿܐܡ܂ ܘܟܼܐܢܐ ܠܐ ܡܬܿܬܿܙܝܥ܆ ܡܛܠ
ܕܐܠܗܐ ܥܡܗ ܗܸܘ܂
ܒܪܝ ܒܪܟ ܡܼܢ ܡܚܘ̈ܢ ܠܐ ܬܟܼܠܐ܂
ܡܛܠ ܡܚܘ̈ܬܼܐ ܠܛܠܝܐ ܐܝܟ ܙܒܼܠܐ ܠܚܩܠܐ܇ ܘܐܝܟ ܐܣܪܐ
ܠܟܼܠ ܚܝܘܬܼܐ܂ ܘܐܝܟ ܚܒܼܠܐ ܒܪܓܼܠܗ ܕܚܡܪܐ܂
ܒܪܝ
ܟܒܼܘܫ ܒܪܟ ܥܕ ܗܼܘ ܙܥܘܪ܂ ܥܕܠܐ ܢܥܫܢ ܡܢܟ ܘܢܡܪܕ
ܥܠܝܟ܆ ܘܒܼܟܼܠ ܣܘܪ̈ܚܢܘܗܝ ܬܬܢܟܼܦ܂
ܒܪܝ ܩܢܝ ܬܘܪܐ
ܘܚܡܪܐ ܕܦܪܣܬܢ܆ ܘܠܐ ܬܩܢܐ ܥܒܼܕܐ ܥܪܘܩܐ ܕܬܪܒܥ܆ ܕܡܪܒܥ܆
ܘܐܡܬܿܐ ܓܢܒܼܬܐ܂ ܥܠܕܠܐ ܟܠܡܕܡ ܕܩܢܝܬܿ ܡܘܒܿܕܝܢ ܠܗ
ܡܢܟ܂
ܒܪܝ ܡܠܝ̈ ܐܢܫ̈ܐ ܕܓ̈ܠܐ ܐܝܟܫܡܝܢ̈ܢ܂ ܘܡܿܢ ܕܠܝܬ ܣܵܦܪ̈ܐ ܨܦܪ̈ܐ
ܠܗ ܠܒܐ ܐܟܼܠ ܠܗܝܢ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܘܛ̈ܬܐ ܕܐܒܼܘܟ ܘܕܐܡܟ ܥܠܝܟ
ܠܐ ܬܝܬܐ܂ ܒܛܒܼ̈ܬܐ ܕܒܼܢ̈ܝܟ ܠܐ ܬܟܼܪܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܕܠܐ
ܒܐܘܪܚܐ
ܬܐܙܠ܂ ܡܛܠ ܕܠܐ ܝܕܿܥ ܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܐܡܬܼܝ ܐܪܥ ܠܟ ܒܥܠܕܒܼܒܼܟ
ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܐ ܕܗܕܝܪ ܐܝܠܢܐ ܒܣܘܟ̈ܘܗܝ ܘܒܐܒܗ܂
ܘܛܘܪܐ ܕܣܥܝܪ ܒܐܝ̈ܠܢܐ܂ ܗܟܼܢ ܗܕܼܝܪ ܓܒܼܪܐ ܒܐܢ̄ܬܿܬܼܗ
ܘܒܼܢܘܗ̈ܝ܂ ܘܓܼܒܪܐ ܕܐܢ̄ܬܿܬܼܐ ܘܒܼܢ̈ܝܐ ܠܝܬܿ ܠܗ܂ ܫܝܛ ܘܒܼܣܐ
ܩܕܼܡ ܒܥܠܕܒܼܒܼ̈ܐ܂ ܘܕܼܡܐ ܠܐܝܠܢܐ ܕܥܠ ܝܕ ܐܘܪܚܐ ܕܟܼܠ
ܕܥܒܼܿܪ ܡܢܗ ܢܿܣܒܼ܂ ܘܟܼܠܗܿ ܚܝܘܬܼܐ ܕܕܒܼܪܐ ܛܪ̈ܦܘ
܂ܗܝ ܡܬܼܪܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܐܡܪ ܕܡܪܝ ܣܟܼܠ ܘܐܢܐ
ܚܟܿܝܡ܂ ܐܠܐ ܠܒܼܘܟܼܝܗܝ ܒܡܘܡ̈ܘܗܝ ܘܬܬܼܚܟܡ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܚܫܒܼ ܢܦܼܫܟ ܚܟܿܝܡܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܕܓܼܠ ܒܡܠܝ̈ܟ
ܩܕܼܡ ܡܪܟ܆ ܕܠܡܐ ܬܬܼܒܣܪ ܘܢܐܡܪ ܠܟ ܕܙܠ ܡܼܢ ܩܕܼܡ
ܥܝܢ̈ܝ܂
ܒܪܝ ܢܗܘܝ̈ܢ ܫܪܝܪ̈ܢ ܡܠ̈ܝܟ܆ ܘܢܐܡܪ ܠܟ ܡܪܟ ܩܪܘܒܼ
ܠܘܬܼܝ ܘܬܼܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܒܝܘܡ ܒܝܫܬܿܟ ܠܐ ܬܨܚܐ ܠܐܠܗܐ
܆ ܕܠܡܐ ܢܫܡܥ ܘܢܪܓܙ ܥܠܝܟ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܥܒܼܕܟ ܛܒܼ ܡܼܢ ܚܒܼܪܗ
ܠܐ ܬܛܐܒ܂ ܡܛܠ ܕܠܐ ܝܿܕܥ ܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܐܝܢܐ ܡܢܗܘܢ ܡܬܼܪܥܐ
ܠܟ ܒܚܪܬܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܟܠܒܐ ܕܫܿܒܼܩ ܡܪܗ ܘܐܿܬܼܐ ܒܬܼܪܟ
ܫܩܘܠ ܒܐܦ̈ܐ ܡܚܘܗܝ܂
ܒܪܝ ܓܙܪܐ ܕܣܓܝܐ̈ܢ ܐܘܪ̈ܚܬܗ
ܡܢܬܼܐ ܕܕܐܒܼ̈ܐ ܐܝܼܬܘܗܝ܂
ܒܪܝ ܕܘܢ ܕܝܢܐ ܬܪܝܨܐ
ܒܛܠܝܘܬܼܟ܆ ܕܒܼܣܝܒܿܘܬܼܟ ܐܝܩܪܐ ܢܗܘܐ ܠܟ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܚܠܐ
ܠܫܢܟ ܘܐܛܥܡ ܡܦܬܚ ܦܘܡܟ܂ ܡܛܠ ܕܕܘܢܒܿܗ ܕܟܼܠܒܐ
ܝܿܗܒܼ ܠܗ ܠܚܡܐ ܘܦܘܡܗ ܡܚܘ̈ܢ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܫܒܿܘܩ
ܠܚܒܼܪܟ ܕܕܲܪܟ ܥܠ ܪܓܼܠܟ܆ ܕܕܠܼܡܐ ܢܕܪܘܟ ܥܠ ܨܘܪܟ܂
ܒܪܝ ܡܚܝ ܠܓܒܼܪܐ ܚܟܿܝܡܐ ܒܡܠܬܐ ܚܟܿܝܡܬܐ܇ ܘܬܗܘܐ
ܒܠܒܗ ܐܝܟ ܐܫܬܐ ܪܩܝܩܬܐ܂ ܐܢ ܬܡܚܐ ܠܓܒܼܪܐ ܣܟܼܠܐ
ܪܒܘ ܚܘܛܪ̈ܝܢ ܠܐ ܝܿܕܥ܂
ܒܪܝ ܫܕܪ ܠܓܒܼܪܐ ܕܠܐ ܬܣܓܐ
ܠܡܦܩܕܘܬܼܗܘܢ܂ ܘܐܢ ܣܟܼܠܐ ܡܫܕܪ ܐܢ̈ܬܿ ܒܢܦܫܟ ܙܠܠܐ ܘܠܐ
ܬܫܕܪ܂
ܒܪܝ ܢܣܐ ܠܚܒܼܪܟ ܒܠܚܡܐ ܘܚܡܪܐ܆ ܘܗܝܕܝܢ
ܐܫܠܡ ܒܐܝܼܕܼ̈ܘܗܝ ܢܟܼܣܝ̈ܟ ܘܩܢܝܢ̈ܝܟ܂
ܒܪܝ ܡܼܢ ܡܫܬܘܬܼܐ
ܩܕܼܡܝܐ ܦܘܩ܂ ܘܠܐ ܬܩܘܐ ܠܡܡܫܚ ܡܫܚܢ̈ܐ ܒܣܝܡ̈ܐ܂
ܕܠܡܐ ܢܗܘܘܢ ܠܟ ܨܘܠܦܬܼ̈ܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܡܿܢ ܕܐܝܕܼܗ ܡܠܝܐ ܡܬܼ܂
ܩܪܐ ܚܟܿܝܡܐ܂ ܘܡܿܢ ܕܐܝܕܼܗ ܣܦܝܩܐ ܡܬܼܩܪܐ ܣܟܼܠܐ܂
ܕܐܢܫܐ ܡܣܟ̈ܢܐ ܠܐ ܡܝܩܪܝܢ ܠܗ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܟܼܠܬܼ ܕܡܪܝܪ̈ܢ
܆ ܘܒܠܥܬܼ ܕܥܠܘܩ̈ܢ܆ ܘܠܐ ܐܿܫܟܿܚܬܼ ܕܡܪܝܪ ܡܼܢ ܡܣܟܿܢܘܬܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܛܿܥܢܬܼ ܐܒܼܪܐ ܘܬܿܗܦܟܼܬܼ ܦܪܙܠܐ܂ ܠܐ ܝܩܪ ܥܠܝ ܐܝܟ
ܚܘܒܿܬܼܐ܂ ܕܢܚܘܒܼ ܐܢܫ ܕܠܐ ܐܟܼܠ ܘܠܐ ܐܫܬܝ܂
ܒܪܝ
ܐܠܦ ܒܪܟ ܟܦܢܐ ܘܨܗܝܐ܂ ܘܐܝܟ ܕܚܙܝܐ ܥܝܢܗ ܗܟܼܢ
ܢܕܒܪ ܒܝܬܗ܂
ܒܪܝ ܛܒܼ ܥܘܝܪ ܥܝܢ̈ܐ ܡܼܢ ܥܘܝܪ ܠܒܐ܂
ܥܘܝܪ ܥܝܢ̈ܐ ܕܝܢ ܒܥܓܼܠ ܝܿܠܦ ܐܘܪܚܐ ܘܐܿܙܠ ܒܗܿ ܘܐܿܬܼܐ܂
ܘܥܘܝܪ ܠܒܐ ܫܒܲܩܐܘܪܚܐ ܬܪܝܨܬܐ ܘܐܙܠ ܒܡܥܩܡܬܐ܂
ܒܪܝ
ܛܒܼ ܫܒܼܒܼܐ ܕܩܪܝܒܼ ܡܼܢ ܐܚܐ ܕܪܚܝܩ܂ ܘܛܒܼ
ܫܡܐ ܛܒܼܐ ܡܼܢ ܫܘܦܪܐ܂ ܡܛܠ ܕܫܡܐ ܛܒܼܐ ܩܿܐܡ܂
ܘܫܘܦܪܐ ܡܬܼܚܒܠ܂
ܒܪܝ ܛܒܼܘ ܡܘܬܐ ܡܼܢ ܚܝ̈ܐ
ܠܓܼܒܼܪܐ ܕܢܝܚܐ ܠܝܬܿ ܠܗ܂ ܘܛܒܼ ܩܠܐ ܕܐܘܠܝܬܼ̈ܐ ܠܓܒܼ
ܪܐ ܕܐܝܬܼ ܒܗ ܠܒܐ܂ ܡܼܢ ܩܠܐ ܕܙܡܪܐ ܘܕܚܕܼܘܬܼܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܛܒܼܐ ܗܼ̄ܝ ܟܪܥܼܐ ܕܐܝܕܟܼ ܡܼܢ ܘܙܐ ܒܩܕܪܐ ܕ
ܐܚܪ̈ܢܐ܂ ܒܪܝ ܛܒܼܐ ܗ̄ܝܼ ܢܩܝܐ ܕܩܪܝܒܼܐ ܡܼܢ ܬܘܪܐ
ܕܪܚܝܩ܂ ܛܒܼܐ ܗܼ̄ܝ ܨܦܪܐ ܕܒܐܝܼܕ̈ܝܟ ܡܼܢ ܐܠܦ ܨܦܪ̈ܝܢ
ܕܦܪ̈ܚܢ ܒܐܐܪ܂ ܒܪܝ ܛܒܼܐ ܗ̄ܝܼ ܡܿܣܟܿܢܘܬܼܐ ܕܡܟܼܢܫܐ܁
ܡܼܢ ܥܘܬܼܪܐ ܕܡܒܼܕܪܘܬܼܐ܂ ܘܛܒܼ ܬܥܠܐ ܕܚܝ ܡܼܢ
ܐܪܝܐ ܕܡܝܬܼ܂
ܒܪܝ ܟܒܼܘܫ ܡܠܬܼܐ ܒܠܒܟ ܘܢܛܐܒܼ ܠܟ܂
ܡܛܠ ܕܐܢ ܐܡܪܬܼ ܡܠܬܼܟ ܚܠܦܬܿ ܚܒܪܟ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܦܩ܂
ܡܠܬܼܐ ܡܼܢ ܦܘܡܟ܂ ܥܕܡܐ ܕܬܗܦܟܼܝܗܿ ܒܠܒܟ܂ ܡܛܠ
ܕܛܒܼܘ ܓܒܼܪܐ ܕܡܬܿܬܿܩܠ ܒܪܓܼܠܗ ܡܼܢ ܡܿܢ ܕܡܬܿܬܩܠ
ܒܠܫܢܗ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܢ ܬܫܡܥ ܡܠܬܼܐ ܡܼܢ ܐܢܫܐ ܐܥܠ ܠܗܿ
ܒܐܪܥܐ ܬܡ̈ܝܢ ܐܪܒܥ ܕܟܼܡܐ ܕܬܕܪܘܟ ܥܠܝܗܿ ܬܘܒܕ
܂ܝܗܿ܂
ܒܪܝ ܒܝܢܬܼ ܐܝܠܝܢ ܕܢܵܨܝܢ ܠܐ ܬܩܘܿܡ܂ ܡܛܠ ܕܡܼܢ
ܡܨܘܬܐ ܗܿܘܐ ܕܝܢܐ܂ ܘܡܼܢ ܕܝܢܐ ܗܘܐ ܡܘܬܐ܂
ܒܪܝ
ܐܢ ܚܙܝܬܿ ܐܢܫܐ ܕܩܫܝܫ ܡܢܟ܇ ܩܕܡܘܗܝ ܬܒܼ܂
ܘܐܢܗܸܘ ܕܠܐ ܦܪܥ ܠܟ܂ܒܐܨ܆ ܐܚܪ ܡܘܣܦ܂ S5
ܒܪܝ ܛܪ ܠܫܢܟ ܡܼܢ ܕܓܿܠܘܬܼܐ
ܘܐܝܕ̈ܝܟ ܡܼܢ ܓܢܒܼܘܬܐ ܕܬܬܼܩܪܐ ܚܟܿܝܡܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ
ܬܗܘܐ ܒܡܟܼܘܪܝܐ ܕܐܢ̄ܬܿܬܼܐ܂ ܐܢ ܐܬܼܒܐܫ ܠܗܿ ܬܠܘܛܟ܂
ܘܐܢ ܢܛܐܒܼ ܠܗܿ ܠܐ ܬܒܼܪܟܼܟ܂
ܒܪܝ ܟܠ ܕܗܕܝܪ ܒ
ܠܒܼܘܫܗ ܗܕܝܪ ܒܡܠܬܼܗ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܢ ܬܫܟܚ ܐ̄ܢܫ ܡܕܡ
ܩܕܼܡ ܨܠܡܐ ܕܨܝܪ ܡܢܬܼܗ ܗܒܼܠܗ܂
ܒܪܝ ܬܬܠ ܠܟ
ܐܝܕܐ ܕܣܒܼܥܬܸ܂ ܘܠܐ ܬܬܠ ܠܟ ܐܝܕܐ ܕܟܼܦܢܬܸ܂
ܒܪܝ
ܟܠܒܐ ܕܫܒܲܩ ܡܪܗ ܘܐܿܬܼܐ ܒܬܼܪܟ ܒܟܼܐܦ̈ܐ ܪܓܼܘܡܝܗܝ܆
ܡܛܠ ܕܠܘܬܟ ܠܐ ܥܿܡܪ܂
ܒܪܝ ܢܡܚܟ ܓܒܼܪܐ ܚܟܿܝܡܐ
ܚܘܛܪ̈ܐ ܣܿܓܝܐܬܼ̈ܐ܆ ܘܠܐ ܢܡܫܚܟ ܣܟܼܠܐ ܡܫܚ̈ܢܐ ܒܣܝܡ̈ܐ
܂
ܒܪܝ ܥܡ ܚܟܿܝܡ̈ܐ ܠܐ ܬܣܪܘܚ܂ ܘܥܡ ܣܪܘܿܚܐ ܠܐ
ܬܬܼܚܟܡ܂
ܒܪܝ ܥܡ ܕܠܐ ܒܿܗܬܼܡܼܢܠܚܡܐ ܠܐ
ܠܐ ܬܐܟܼܘܠ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܪܚܩ ܡܼܢ ܪܚܡܟ ܩܕܡܝܐ܂ ܕܠܡܐ
ܐܚܪܢܐ ܠܐ ܢܩܘܡ ܒܕܘܟܬܗ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܓܢܬܐ ܕܕܝܢܐ ܠܐ
ܬܚܘܬܼ܆ ܘܠܒܼܪܬ ܕܝܢܐ ܠܐ ܬܡܟܼܘܪ܂
ܒܪܝ ܣܥܘܪ ܪܚܡܟ
ܒܡ̈ܠܐ ܛܒܼ̈ܬܐ ܩܕܡ ܫܠܝܛܐ ܘܐܡܿܪ ܠܡܥܕܝܘܬܗ ܡܼܢ
ܦܘܡܗ ܕܐܪܝܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܚܕܐ ܠܗ ܠܒܼܥܠܕܼܒܒܟܼ ܟܕ
ܟܕ ܢܡܘܬܼ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܢ ܢܩܘܡ ܐܢܫ ܕܠܐ ܕܘܟܬܐ ܘܢܦܪܚ
ܨܦܪܐ ܕܠܐ ܓܦ̈ܐ܂ ܘܢܚܘܪ ܢܥܒܼܐ ܐܝܟ ܬܠܓܐ܂ ܘܢܚܠܐ ܡܪܝ
ܪܐ ܐܝܟ ܕܒܼܫܐ ܗܝܕܝܢ ܢܬܼܚܟܡ ܣܟܼܠܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܢ ܟܘܡܪܐ
ܐܢ̄ܬ ܕܐܠܗܐ܂ ܗܘܼܝܬܿ ܙܗܝܪ ܡܢܗ܂ ܘܒܕܟܼܝܘܬܐ ܗܘܼ
ܝܬܿ ܥܿܐܠ ܩܕܼܡܘܗܝ܂
ܒܪܝ ܓܒܼܪܐ ܕܐܠܗܐ ܐܛܐܒܼ ܠܗ܂
ܐܦ ܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܝܩܝܪܐ ܬܗܘܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܐ ܬܕܘܢ ܥܡ ܐܢܫ ܒܝܘܡܗ
ܘܠܐ ܬܩܘܡ ܠܘܩܒܼܠ ܢܗܪܐ ܒܡܐܬܼܝܬܼܗ܂
ܒܪܝ ܥܝܢ̈ܐ
ܕܒܼܪܢܫܐ ܐܝܟ ܡܒܘܥܐ ܐܢ̈ܝܢ ܘܠܐ ܣܒܼܥܢ ܥܕܡܐ ܕܡܬܼܡܠܝܢ
ܥܦܪܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܨܝܕܼ ܐܝܠܝܢ ܕܢܿܨܝܢ ܠܐ ܬܩܘܡ܂ ܡܛܠ ܕܡܼܢ
ܓܘܚܟܐ ܗܘܝܐ ܡܠܬܼܐ ܕܡܨܘܬܼܐ܂ ܘܡܼܢ ܡܨܘܬܐ ܗܿܘܐ
ܬܟܼܬܘܫܐ ܘܡܼܢ ܬܟܼܬܘܫܐ ܗܿܘܐ ܩܛܠܐ܀
ܘܐܚܪܬܐ ܠܦܪܥܘܢ ܡܠܟܐܕܡܨܪܝܢ܂
ܣܢܚܪܝܒ܂
ܣܢܚܪܝܒܼ
ܠܥܠܡ ܚܝܝ܂
ܣܢܚܪܝܒ
ܣܢܚܪܝܒ
ܣܢܚܪܝܒ
ܣܢܚܪܝܒ
ܐܠܗ̈ܐ ܠܐ ܡܫܟܚܝܢ ܠܡܥܒܕ ܨܒܼܘܬܼ̈ܐ ܕܐܝܟ ܗܠܝܢ
ܐܝܟܢܐ ܒܢܝ̈ܢܫܐ܂
ܠܥܠܡ ܚܝܝ
ܠܥܠܡ
ܚܝܝ܂
ܣܢܚܪܝܒܼ
ܣܢܚܪܝܒܼ
ܣܢܚܪܝܒܼ
ܣܢܚܪܝܒܼ
ܣܢܚܪܝܒܼ
ܣܢܚܪܝܒܼ
ܣܢܚܪܝܒܼ
ܠܥܠܡ ܚܝܝ܂
ܣܢܚܪܝܒܼ
ܣܢܚܪܝܒ
ܒܪܝ ـ ܡܿܢ ܕܠܐ ܫܿܡܥ ܒܐܕܼܢܘ̈ܗܝ܂ ܡܼܢ ܒܣܬܪ ܩܕܼܠܗ
ܡܫܡ̱ܥܝܢ ܠܗ܂
ܘܥܢܼܐܢܕܢ ܘܐܡܼܪ ܠܝ܂ ܘܐܢ̄ܬ ܡܪܝ ܠܡܢܐ
ܐܬܼܚܡܬܿ ܥܠ ܒܪ ܚܬܼܟ܂ ܬܘܒܼ ܐܡܿܪܬܼ ܠܗ ܒܪܝ ܥܠ
ܟܘܪܣܝܐ ܕܐܝܩܪܐ ܐܘܬܒܼܬܟ܂ ܘܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܡܼܢ ܟܘܪܣܝ ܣܚܼܦܬܢܝ
܂ ܘܠܝ ܟܐܢܘܬܼܐ ܫܘܙܒܼܬܼܢܝ
܂ ܒܪܝ܆ ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܒܝܬܼ ـ ܐܝܟ
ܥܩܪܒܼܐ ܕܡܚܝܬܸ ܠܡܪܫܐ ܕܟܐܦܐ ܕܕܟܼܪܐ܂ ܘܥܢܼܐ
ܘܐܡܼܪ ܠܗ ܠܠܒܐ ܫܢܝܐ ܡܚܝܬܿ ܠܡܚܛܐ܂ ܘܐܿܡܪܬܼ ܕ
ܡܚܝܬܿ ܠܥܘܩܣܐ ܕܒܝܼܫ ܡܼܢ ܕܝܠܟܝܼ܂ ܘܡܚܝܬܿ ܠܓܡܠܐ
ܒܦܪܣܬܗ܂ ܘܐܪܝܡ ܪܫܗ ܠܫܡܝܐ ܘܐܡܼܪ ܠܗܿ ܐܝܟ ܢܦܫܝ
ܬܗܘܐ ܢܦܫܟܼܝ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܥܙܐ ܕܩܡܐܸ
ܥܠ ܦܘܬܐ ܘܐܟܼܠܬܸ ܡܢܗܿ܂ ܐܡܿܪܐ ܠܗܿ ܦܘܬܐ ܗܿܝ܆ ܥܠ
ܡܘܢ ܐܟܼܠܬܿܝܠܝ ܕܗܐܒܥܩܪܝ ܦܠܚܝܢ ܓܠܕܟܼܝ ܓܠܕܢܝ
ܠܗ܂ ܥܢܬܸ ܥܙܐ ܘܐܡܪܬܸ ܠܗܿ ܒܚܝ̈ܐ ܐܟܼܘܠ ܡܢܟܼܝ
ܘܒܼܡܘܬܝ ܢܥܩܪܘܢܟܼܝ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܐ̄ܢܫ
ܕܫܕܐ ܟܐܦܐ ܠܫܡܝܐ܂ ܘܠܫܡܝܐ ܠܐ ܡܛܬܸ܂ ܘܚܛܗܐ
ܡܼܢ ܐܠܗܐ ܩܒܿܠ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ܆ ܐܝܟ ܐ̄ܢܫ ܕܚܙܼܐ
ܠܚܒܼܪܗ ܕܪܥܠ ܡܼܢ ܩܘܪܫܐ ܘܫܩܼܠ ܕܘܠܐ ܕܡܝ̈ܐ
ܘܐܪܡܝ ܥܠܘܗܝ܂
ܠܘܝ ܒܪܝ ܕܡܐ ܕܩܛܠܬܢܝ ܡܫܟܚ
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܕܬܼܡܠܐ ܕܘܟܬܼܝ܂ ܬܗܘܐ ܕܝܢ ܝܿܕܥ ܒܪܝ܆
ܕܐܢ ܢܐܪܟ ܕܘܢܒܿܗ ܕܚܙܝܪܐ ܫܒܼܥ ܐܡܝ̈ܢ܆ ܚܠܦ
ܕܣܘܣܝܐ ܠܐ ܩܿܐܡ܂ ܘܐܢ ܢܗܘܐ ܣܥܪܗ ܪܟܝܟ ܘܫܦܝܪ
܆ ܥܠ ܓܘܫܡܐ ܕܒܼܢ̈ܝ ܚܐܪ̈ܐ ܠܐ ܩܿܐܡ܂
ܐܢܐ ܐܿܡܪܬܼ ܒܪܝ
ܕܬܗܘܐ ܚܠܦܝ ܘܒܼܝܬܿܝ ܘܩܢܝܢ̈ܝ ܬܩܢܐ ܘܬܐܪܬܼ܆ ܘܠܐ
ܫܦܪܬܸ ܠܐܠܗܐ܆ ܘܠܐ ܫܡܼܥ ܒܩܠܟ܂
ܗܘܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ
ܐܝܟ ܐܪܝܐ ܕܦܓܥ ܒܚܡܪܐ܂ ܐܡܿܪ ܠܗ ܐܪܝܐ ܬܐ ܒܫܠܡܐ
ܡܪܝܩܘܪܢܠܝܘܣ܆ ܘܐܡܼܪ ܠܗ ܚܡܪܐ܆ ܐܝܟ ܫܠܡܐ
ܕܝܠܝ ܢܗܘܐ ܫܠܡܐ ܕܓܒܼܪܐ ܕܣܪܚ ܘܠܐ ܚܠܨܢܝ܂ ܘܐܦܝ̈ܟ
ܕܝܠܟ ܠܐ ܚܿܙܐ ܗ̄ܘܿܝܬܼ܂
ܗܘܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܦܚܐܕܨܠܝܐ ܕܨܠܐ
ܗ̄ܘܬܸ ܒܩܩ̱ܠܬܼܐ܂ܚܕ ܘܐܡܼܪ ܘܐܫܟܚܗܿ ܘܐܫܟܚܗܼ ܡܢܐ ܠܗܿ ܠܗܼ ܥܒܼܕܬܿܝ ܥܒܕܬ
ܗܪܟܐ܂ܠܗ ܠܐܠܗܐ ܐܡܪܐ ܐܡܪ ܐ̄ܢܐ܂ ܐܡܿܪ ܡܨܠܝܐ ܡܨܠܐ ܩܘܦܫܝܢܐ ܠܗܿ ܠܗܼ
ܗܿܘ܆ ܘܗܢܐ ܡܕܡ ܕܐܝܬܼܡܢܐ ܐܝܬܘܗܝ܂ ܒܦܘܡܟܼܝ ܒܦܘܡܟ ܐܡܪܐ ܐܡܪ
ܠܗ ܦܚܐ ܠܚܡܐ ܕܟܦܢ̈ܐ ܐܝܬܼܘܗܝ܂ ܘܩܪܒܼ ܩܘܦܫܝܢܐ
ܗܿܘ ܕܢܣܒܼܝܘܗܝ ܘܠܒܼܟܼܗ ܦܚܐ ܗܿܘ ܒܨܘܪܗ܂
ܘܟܼܕ ܡܬܿܛܪܦ ܐܡܼܪ ܩܘܦܫܝܢܐ ܗܿܘ܂ ܐܢ ܗܢܐ ܐܝܬܘܗܝ
ܠܚܡܐ ܕܝܗ̄ܒܼܬܿ ܠܡܣܟܢ̈ܐ܂ ܗܿܘ ܐܠܗܐ ܕܡܨܿܠܐ ܐܢ̄ܬܿ
ܠܗ ܠܐ ܢܫܡܥ ܩܠܟ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܓܠܼܐ ܕܠܐ
ܡܦܿܨܐ ܢܦܫܗ ܡܼܢ ܡܘܬܐ܂ ܘܠܚܒܼܪ̈ܘܗܝ ܠܘܬܼܗ ܡܟܲܢܫ
ܘܡܛܿܒܥ ܠܗܘܢ ܒܩܛܠܐ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܐ̄ܢܫ ܕ
ܒܣܪ ܥܠܫܒܼܩ ܐܢܘܢ ܠܚܝܘ̈ܗܝ܂ ܬܘܪܐ ܬܘܪ̈ܐ
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ
ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܩܠܡܐ ܕܐܟܼܠܬܸ ܥܒܼܘܪܐ ܕܐܘܨܪ̈ܐ ܕܡܠܟ̈ܐ܁
ܘܗܸܝ ܠܡܕܡ ܠܐ ܟܫܪܬܸ܂
ܗܘܝܸܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܩܕܪܐ
ܕܐܝܬܼ ܠܗܿ ܐܕ̈ܢܐ ܕܕܗܒܼܐ܂ ܘܡܼܢ ܫܚܘܪܐ ܠܐ ܡܬܼܓܪܕܐ
ܗ̄ܘܬܸ܂
ܗܘܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܐܟܪܐ ܕܙܿܪܥ ܠܗ ܐܫܟܪܐ
ܕܐܝܬܼ ܒܗ ܥܣܪ̈ܝܢ ܣܐܝ̈ܢ܂ ܥܢܼܐ ܐܟܪܐ ܗܿܘ ܘܐܡܼܪ ܠܗܿ
܂ ܐܢܐ ܒܛܿܠܬܼܒܟܼܝ ܐܪܥܐ܂ܕܝܢ ܠܐ ܒܗܬܿܬܿܝ ܕܣܐܐ ܐܢܬ ܐܢܬܝ
ܒܣܐܐ ܡܥܠܐ ܗܘܝܬܸܝ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܬܝܫܐ ܕܥܙ̈ܐ
ܚܒܼܪ̈ܘܗܝ ܠܘܬܼ ܛܒܿܚ̈ܐ܂ ܘܗܸܘ ܠܢܦܫܗ ܡܼܢ ܢܟ̱ܣܬܐ ܕܩܪ̈ܐ ܕܩܿܪܐ
ܠܐ ܡܫܘܙܒܼ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܟܠܒܿܐ ܕܥܼܠ ܠܐܬܘܢܐ
ܕܦܚܪܐ܂ ܘܟܕ ܫܚܢ ܠܗ ܫܪܝ ܢܒܲܚ ܒܗܘܢ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ
ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܙܝܪܐ ܕܐܙܿܠ ܗ̄ܘܼܐ ܥܡ ܒܢ̈ܝ ܚܐܪ̈ܐ ܠܒܼܢ̈ܐ܁
ܘܟܕ ܚܙܼܐ ܓܘܡܬܐ ܕܣܚܝܐ ܢܚܼܬܼ ܠܗܿ ܘܐܬܿܬܿܓܼܪ ܥܠ
ܒܗܿ ܘܐܡܼܪ ܠܗܘܢ ܬܘ ܣܚܘ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܗܿܘ
ܕܨܒܼܥ̈ܬܼܝ ܠܦܘܡܟ ܘܨܒܼܥ̈ܬܼܟ ܕܝܠܟ ܠܥܝܢ̈ܝ܂
ܟܠܒܐ ܕܡܼܢ
ܠܚܡܐ ܕܡܪܗ ܠܐ ܐܟܿܠ܂ ܡܢܬܼܐ ܕܕܐܒܼ̈ܐ ܢܗܘܐ܂ ܘܐܝܕܐ
ܕܠܐ ܦܠܚܐ ܡܼܢ ܬܚܝܬܼ ܫܚܬܼܗܿ ܬܬܼܦܪܩ܂ ܥܝܢܐ ܕܠܐ
ܒܗܿ ܥܘܪ̈ܒܼܐ ܢܚܨܘܢܗܿ܂ ܐܚܿܙܐ ܚܙܝܐ
ܒܡܢܐ ܐܬܕܟܪܟ ܒܪܝ
ܘܬܼܬܼܪܘܚ ܢܦܫܝ܂
ܐܢܢܓܼܢܒܘܢ ܒܡܿܢ ܢܘܡܐ ܐܢܘܢ܂ ܘܐܢ ܐܠܗܐ ܐ̈ܠܗܐ
ܢܓܢܼܘܒܼ ܐܪܥܐ܇ ܐܝܟܐ ܐܙܿܠ ܐܟܿܠ ܠܗܿ܂
ܐܢܐ ܒܪܝ ܐܦ̈ܝ ܡܠܟܐ
ܘܪܘܪ̈ܒܼܢܐ ܚܘܝܬܿܟ܂ ܘܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܠܥܒܼܕ̈ܝ ܒܝܫ̈ܬܼܐܡܒܐܫܘ ܠܝ ܠܡܢܐ ܦܪܥ ܗܘܸܝܬܿ
܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܟܟܼܘܫܬܐ ܕܐܿܡܪܝܢ ܠܗܿ ܫܒܼܘܩܝ ܓܘܢܒ̈ܝܟܝ
܂ ܘܗܘܸܝܬܿܝ ܥܐܠܐ ܘܢܦܩܐ ܐܝܟ ܕܨܒܼܝܐ ܢܦܫܟܼܝ܂ ܐܡܪܐ ܠܗܘܢ
ܟܟܼܘܫܬܐ ܗܿܝ ܐܢ ܢܗܘܝ̈ܟ ܠܝ ܥܝܢ̈ܐ ܕܣܐܡܐ܆ ܘܐܝܕ̈ܐ ܕܕܗܒܼܐ
܂ܘܪ̈ܓܼܠܐ ܕܒܼܪ̈ܘܠܐ ܓܘܢܒܝ̈ ܠܐ ܫܒܼܩܐ ܐ̄ܢܐ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ
ܐܝܟ ܚܘܝܐ ܕܥܠ ܣܢܝܐ ܪܟܝܒܼ ܗ̄ܘܼܐ܂ ܕܢܦܝܠ ܒܢܗܪܐ܂ ܘܚܙܼܐ
ܐܪܝܐ ܘܐܡܼܪ ܕܒܼܝܫ ܥܠ ܒܝܫ ܪܟܝܒܼ܂ ܘܕܒܼܝܫ ܡܼܢ ܬܪ̈ܝܗܘܢ
ܐܿܡܪ ܠܗ ܡܵܘܒܸܿܠܗܘܿܢ܂ ܡܵܘܒܸܿܠ ܠܗܘܿܢ܂ ܗܿܘ܂ ܗܐ ܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܡܪܝܐ ܡܦܢܐ ܐܪܝܐ ܠܐܪܝܐ
ܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܥܙ̈ܐ ܥܠ ܡܪܗܘܢ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܥܝ̈ܠܐ ܕܗܘܸܘ
ܩܛܘ̈ܠܐ ܠܐ ܡܗܬ̈ܗܘܢ܂
ܒܪܝ ܐܢܐ ܟܠܝܘܡ ܕܒܼܣܝܡ ܐܛܥܡܬܟ܁
ܘܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܠܚܡܐ ܒܥܦܪܐ ܠܐ ܣܒܼܥܬܿܢܝ܂
ܐܢܐ ܡܫܚ̈ܢܐ ܒܣܝܡ̈ܐ
ܡܫܚܬܿܟ܂ ܘܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܓܘܫܡܝ ܒܥܦܪܐ ܚܒܠܬܿ܂ ܐܢܐ ܚܡܪ̈ܢܐ
ܥܬܝܩ̈ܐ ܐܫܩܝܬܿܟ܆ ܘܐܢ̄ܬ ܡܝ̈ܐ ܒܟܼܝܠܐ ܠܐ ܣܒܥܬܿܢܝ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܘܠܕܐ܆ ܕܩܿܐܡ ܠܦܘܡ ܐܪܥܐ ܕܢܩܒܿܘܠ
ܠܐܠܗܐ ܡܛܠ ܥܝܢܘ̈ܗܝ܂ ܘܐܼܬܼܐ ܢܫܪܐ ܘܚܛܦܗ ܘܩܛܠܗ
܂ ܥܢܼܐܢܕܢ ܘܐܡܼܪ ܠܝ܂ ܚܣ ܠܟ ܡܪܝ ܕܬܗܘܐ ܡܼܢ ܗܠܝܢ
ܕܠܐ ܪ̈ܚܡܐ܂ ܐܠܐ ܐܝܟ ܪ̈ܚܡܝܟ ܥܒܼܕ ܥܡܝ܂ ܕܐܦ ܠܐܠܗܐ
ܚܿܛܐ ܐ̄ܢܫ ܘܫܒܲܩ ܠܗ ܚܛܗܘ̈ܗܝ܆ ܘܐܦ ܐܢ̄ܬܿ ܗܫܐ
ܫܒܼܘܩ ܠܝ ܕܢܗܘܐ ܡܫܡܫ ܪ̈ܟܼܫܝܟ܆ ܐܘ ܪܥܿܐ ܥܢ̈ܐ܇
ܐܘ ܚܙܝܪ̈ܐ ܕܝܠܟ܂ ܘܐܬܼܩܪܐ ܐܢܐ ܓܒܼܪܐ ܒܝܫܐ ܘܐܢ̄ܬܿ
ܬܬܼܩܪܐ ܛܒܼܐ܂
ܥܿܢܝܬܼ ܐܢܐ ܘܐܡܲܪܬܼ ܠܗ܂ ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝ
ܒܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܕܩܠܐ ܚܕ ܕܩܿܐܡ ܥܠ ܝܕܼ ܐܘܪܚܐ܂ ܘܐܒܐ
ܠܐ ܡܩܒܠ܂ ܘܐܬܼܐ ܡܪܗ ܘܨܒܼܐ ܕܢܥܩܪܝܘܗܝ܂ ܐܡܿܪ
ܠܗ ܗܿܘ ܕܩܠܐ ܫܒܼܘܩܝܢܝ ܫܢ̄ܬܐ ܚܕܼܐ܆ ܘܐܬܠ ܟܘܫܪ̈ܐ
܂ ܐܡܿܪ ܠܗ ܡܪܗ܂ ܐܘ ܠܟ ܕܘܝܐ܂ ܒܐܒܟ ܕܝܠܟ ܠܐ ܐܟܼܫܪܬܿ
܂ ܒܕܠܐ ܕܝܠܟ ܬܟܼܫܪ܂
ܒܪܝ ܛܒܼܐ ܣܝܒܿܘܬܼܗ ܕܢܫܪܐ ܡܼܢ
ܣܝܒܘܬܗܕܟܘܕܪܐ܂ ܐܨ܆ ܐܚܪ܂ ܘܥܠܝܡܘܬܼܗ܂ S5
ܒܪܝ ܐܿܡܪܝܢ ܠܗ ܠܕܐܒܼܐ ܐܪܚܩ
ܡܼܢ ܥܢ̈ܐ܂ ܐܡܿܪ ܚܠܐ ܛܒܼ ܠܥܝܢ̈ܝ܂ ܐܡܿܪܝܢ ܠܗ ܐܠܦ ܒܝܬ
܂ ܐܡܿܪ ܐܡܪܐ ܓܕܝܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܠܪܫܗ ܕܚܡܪܐ ܣܡܘܗܝ
ܥܠ ܦܬܼܘܪܐ܂ ܘܐܼܬܓܪܥ ܘܥܠ ܥܦܪܐ ܢܦܼܠ܂ ܐܡܪܝܢ ܥܠ
ܢܦܫܗ ܪܥܐ ܕܠܐ ܡܩܒܠ ܐܝܩܪܐ ܐܠܐ ܐܟܿܬܐ܂ܫܡܼܥ
ܒܪܝ ܠܡܬܼܠܐܕܝܠܕܬܿ ܘܕܪܒܿܝܬܿ ܕܐܡܿܪ ܕܐܡܝܪ ܩܪܝ ܥܒܼܕܟ ܒܙܚܐ܂
ܒܪܝ ܛܒܼ ܡܼܢ ܡ̈ܠܐ ܟܠܗܝܢ ܗܕܼܐ ܐܫܪ܂ ܕܒܼܪ ܚܬܼܟ
ܬܚܝܬܼ ܫܚܬܼܟ ܠܒܼܘܼܟ ܘܛܪܘܦ ܠܟܼܐܦܐ܂ ܗܿܘ ܕܐܚܝܢܝ
ܒܪܝ ܗܸܘ ܢܕܘܢ ܒܝܢܬܼܢ܂
ܘܕܚܿܦܪ
ܓܘܡܨܐ ܠܚܒܼܪܗ܂ܩܵܘܡܹܗ ܒܗܿ܀ ܡܕܠܐ ܡܡܠܐ