24 fols. (fol. 66v-78r)
East Syriac script
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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 brand yourself with disgrace and complain angrily against God.
My son, do not tell all that you hear and do not reveal all that you see.
My son, do not loosen a bond that is sealed, nor seal one that is loosened.
My son, do not lift your eyes and look at a woman who is adorned and painted; do not desire her in your heart. For if you give her all that is in your hands, you will find no benefit in 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 last, but whose fruit is the first to be eaten.
My son, lower your eyes and lower your voice, and look from under your eyelids, for a house is not built by a loud voice; for if a house were built by a loud voice, a donkey would build two houses in one day; and if the plough were driven by sheer force, its 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 rather than drink it with the wicked.
My son, you will not be defiled with a wise man, nor will you be wise with a defiled man.
My son, associate yourself with a wise man in order to become wise like him, and do not associate yourself with a loquacious and talkative man in order not to be numbered 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 are saying: “He ate it for medicine.” But the poor ate it, and they were saying: “He ate it for his hunger.”
My son, eat your portion and do not reproach your friends.
My son, do not even eat bread with him 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 garden, and like a bridle for a donkey or any beast, and like a fetter on the foot of a donkey.
My son, subdue your son while he is a boy, before he becomes stronger than you and rebels against you, and you are ashamed of all his evil deeds.
My son, get a strong bull and a donkey with good hooves, but do not get a runaway slave or a thieving maid, lest they cause you to lose all that you have acquired.
My son, the words of a liar are like fat sparrows, and he who is without understanding eats them [i.e. believes them].
My son, do not bring upon yourself the curses of your father and mother, so that you may rejoice in the blessings of your children.
My son, do not go unarmed on the way, for you do not know when your enemy may come upon you.
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; and a man without brothers, wife and children is despised and scorned by his enemies; and he is likened to a tree by the roadside, which every passer-by plucks and every beast of the field tears off its leaves.
My son, do not say, “My lord is a fool, and I am wise,” but accept his faults, and you shall be loved.
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 to you: “Get out of my sight!”
My son, let your words be true, so that your Lord may say to you: “Come near to Me,” and you shall live.
My son, do not revile God on the day of your affliction, so that He may not be angry with you when He hears you.
My son, do not treat your slave better than his fellow, for you do not know which of them you will need in the end.
My son, stone the dog that leaves its master and follows you.
My son, the flock of 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 pleasant, for the tail of a dog gives him bread, but his mouth draws 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 speech, so that it may be in his heart like a fever in summer; for even if you strike the fool with many rods, he will not understand.
My son, send a wise man, and give him no orders; but if you will send a fool, go yourself, and do not send him.
My son, test your son 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 become bruises on your head.
My son, he whose hand is full is called wise and honourable; and he whose hand is scarce is called foolish
and weak.
My son, I have carried salt, and I have turned over lead; but I have seen nothing heavier than a debt which a man has to pay without having borrowed.
My son, I have borne iron and rolled stones, but they did not weigh so heavily on me as a man who settles in his father-in-law's house.
My son, teach your son hunger and thirst, so that he may manage his house according to what his eye sees.
My son, a blind man is better than one who is blind in his 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 friend who is near than a brother who is far away; and better is a good name than much beauty, for a good name lasts forever, but beauty decays and fades.
My son, better is death than life for a man who has no rest, and better is the voice of wailing in the ears of a fool than singing and joy.
My son, better is a leg in your hand than a goose in another's pot, and better is a sheep near you than a cow far away, and better is a sparrow in your hand than thousands on the wing, and better is poverty that gathers than wealth that is scattered, and better is woollen clothing on you than fine linen and silk of others.
My son, hold back a word in your heart, and that will make you feel well, for once you have exchanged your word, you will have lost 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 in his heart than to stumble with his tongue.
My son, when you hear an evil word, bury it seven cubits deep in the ground.
My son, do not linger where there is strife, for out of strife comes murder.
My son, he who does not execute a just judgement angers God.
My son, do not go away from your father's friend, lest your (own) friend leave you.
My son, do not go down into the garden of the nobles, nor approach the daughters of the nobles.
My son, help your friend before the ruler, that you may save him from the lion.
My son, do not rejoice over your enemy when he dies.
My son, when you see a man who is older
than you, stand up before him.
My son, if the waters were to rise up without a bottom, 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, and do not depart from His presence.
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, the human eye is like a well of water, and it is not satisfied with riches until it is filled with dust.
My son, if you wish to be wise, keep your tongue from lying and your hand from stealing, and you will be wise.
My son, be not a mediator in a woman's marriage, for if it goes badly for her, she will curse you; and if it goes well for her, she will not remember you.
My son, he 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 you discover a find in front of an idol, offer [the idol] its share of it.
My son, neither the hand that was satiated and is (now) hungry will give, nor the one that was hungry and is (now) satiated.
My son, our eyes must not look at a beautiful woman, nor must we gaze at beauty that does not belong to you, for many have perished because of a woman's beauty, and love for her is like a burning fire.
My son, let the wise beat you with many blows, but do not let the fool soothe you with sweet perfume.
My son, do not let your foot run after your friend, lest he be sated with you and hate you.
My son, do not put a golden ring on your finger when you have nothing, lest the fools mock you.
My son, he who does not hear with his ears, they make him hear with the nape of his neck.
My sonNadan answered and said to me: “Why are you [so] angry with your son?” I answered and said to him: “My son, I have set you on the throne of honour, 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 rock. And it [the rock] says to it: “You have struck an unconcerned heart.” And it strikes a needle, and they say to it: “You have struck a sting worse than yours.”
My son, you have been to me like a goat standing over a red berry and eating it. And the red berry said to him: “Why do you eat me, when you treat your skin with my root?” The goat 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 the one who threw a stone at heaven, and it did not reach heaven, but he received punishment from God.
My son, you have been to me like the one who saw his companion shivering from 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 him,
who tied me up last night, but did not tie my loins, lest I should see your face.”
My son, a snare was set on a dunghill, and a sparrow came and saw it and said to it: “What are you doing here?” and the snare said to it: “I am praying to God.” The sparrow said: “And this in your mouth—what is it?” The snare said: “Bread for strangers.” [Then] the sparrow approached to take it, and [the snare] caught it by the neck. And while the sparrow was flapping, it said: “If this is bread for strangers, may the God to whom you pray never hear your voice.”
My son, I was like a bull tied to a lion, but the lion turned towards it and crushed it.
My son, you have been to me like a fleeting 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 twenty ears of barley in a field. And when he reaped it, it was twenty ears. And he said to it: “What I have scattered, I have gathered; but you are a disgrace with your evil name, in that you have made a peck out of a peck, while I live.”
My son, you have been to me like a decoy bird, which could not save itself from death, and by its voice it lured its companions into the trap.
My son, you have been to me like a goat that leads its fellows to the slaughterhouse, but does not save itself.
My son, you have been to me like a dog that entered 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 had gone to the bathhouse, and when it saw a trench of mud, it went down and bathed in it, calling out to its companions: “Come and bathe!”
My son, my finger was on your mouth, and your finger was on my eyes. Why did I raise you up, fox, that your eyes should see apples?
My son, the dog that eats his 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.
What good have you done me, my son, that I have remembered you and my soul has found comfort in you?
My son, if the gods steal, by whom shall they swear? And a lion that steals a piece of land, how will it settle down and feed on it?
My son, I showed you the face of the king, and brought you to great honour, but you have chosen to do me evil.
My son, you were to me like a tree that said to its woodcutters: “If there had not been some of me in your hands, you would not have fallen on me.”
My son, you have been to me like the young swallows that fell out of their nest, and a cat caught them and said to them: “Had it not been for me, great evil would have befallen you.” They answered and said to him: “Is this why you have put us in your mouth?”
My son, you have been to me like the cat to which they say: “Give up your thieving, and you shall go out and come in from the palace as your soul pleases.” And she answered and said to them: “Even if I had eyes of silver and ears of gold, 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 wolf saw them and said to them: “Evil rides on evil, and worse than either carries them away.” The snake said to him: “If you had come here, you would have given account of the goats and their kids.”
My son, I have seen a goat taken to the slaughterhouse, and because its time had not yet come, it returned to its place and saw its children and its grandchildren. My son, I have seen foals that have become murderers of their mothers.
My son, I fed you with all that was good, but you, my son, fed me with bread of the soil, and you were not satisfied.
My son, I anointed you with sweet ointments, but you, my son, defiled my body with dust.
My son, I made your stature grow like a cedar, but you made me bend in my life, and you made me drunk with your evil deeds.
My son, I raised you like a tower and said: “If
my enemy should come upon me, I will go up and dwell in you,” but you, when you saw my enemy, yielded to him.
My son, you were to me like a mole that came up out of the ground to get some warmth from the sun, for it had no eyes. An eagle saw him, smote him, and carried him off.
My sonNadan answered and said to me: “O my fatherAhiqar! such a thing is far from you! Do to me according to your mercy: for God forgives the iniquity of men; and you, too, forgive me this folly: and I will serve your horses, and feed the swine that are in your house: and I shall be called evil: but you devise no evil against me.”
I answered and said to him: “O my son! you have been to me like a palm-tree which stood by a river, and cast all its fruit into the river. When its owner came to cut it down, it said to him: ‘Leave me alone this year, and I will give you carobs.’ His master said to him: ‘You have not been diligent in what is your own: how can you be diligent in what is not your own?’”
My son, they say to the wolf: “Why do you follow the sheep?” He said to them: “Their dust is very good for my eyes.” Again they took him to the schoolhouse, and his master said to him: “A, B,” said the wolf: “Kid, lamb.”
My son, I have taught you that there is a God, but you rise up against good servants and beat those who have not fumbled. And just as God has kept me alive because of my righteousness, so He will destroy you because of your deeds.
My son, they put the head of the donkey over a dish at the table, and it rolled off and fell into the dust. They say: “It was angry with itself because it was not honoured.”
My son, you have proved the saying which says: “Call him whom you have begotten as your son, and him whom you have bought as your slave.” My son, the saying is true which says “Take your sister's son under your armpit and smite him against a stone.” But God, who has kept me alive, will judge between us.
ܠܥܵܠܲܡ ܚܝܝܼ
ܠܥܵܠܲܡ
ܚܝܝܼ
ܫܼܡܲܥܒܹܪܝ ܢܵܕܼܵܢ ܘܬܼܵܐ ܠܬܲܪܥܝܼܬܼܝ ܘܲܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܥܵܗܹܿܕ ܡܵܪܝ ܡܵܪܝ
ܠܡܸ̈ܠܲܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܡܸܠܲܝ̈ܐܲܠܵܗ܀ ܐܠܗܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝܢܵܕܢ ܐܸܢ ܫܼܡܲܥܬܿ ܡܸܠܬܼܵܐ ܬܡܘܼܬܼ
ܒܠܸܒܵܟ܂ ܘܲܠܐ̄ܢܵܫ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܓܼܠܹܝܗܿ܂ ܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܬܸܗܘܹܐ ܓܡܘܼܪܬܵܐ ܒܦܘܼܡܵܟ
ܘܲܬܼܟܼܵܘܝܹܟ ܘܡܘܼܡܵܐ ܬܣܝܼܡ ܒܢܲܦܫܵܟ܉ ܘܥܲܠ ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܬܸܬܼܪܲܥܲܡ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܠ ܕܫܵܡܲܥ ܐܢܬܿ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܐܡܲܪ܂ ܘܲܕܿܚܵܙܹܐ ܐܲܢܬܿ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܓܼܠܹܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܣܵܪܐ ܕܲܚܬܼܝܼܡ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܫܪܹܐ܂ ܘܕܲܫܪܹܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܚܬܼܘܿܡ܀
ܒܹܪܝ
ܠܵܐ ܬܪܝܼܡ ܥܲܝ̈ܢܲܝܟ ܘܬܸܚܙܹܐ ܐܲܢܬܿܬܼܵܐ ܕܲܣܩܝܼܠܵܐ ܘܲܟܼܚܝܼܠܵܐ܉ ܠܵܐ
ܬܸܪܓܼܝܼܗܿ ܒܠܸܒܵܟ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܐܸܢ ܬܸܬܸܿܠ ܠܵܗܿ ܟܠܡܸܕܡ ܕܐܝܼܬܼ ܒܐܝܼ̈ܕܲܝܟ
ܡܸܕܡ ܝܘܼܬܼܪܵܢܵܐ ܒܵܗܿ ܠܵܐ ܡܸܫܟܲܚ ܐܢܬܿ܂ ܘܲܚܛܵܗܵܐ ܠܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܬܚܘܿܒܼ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܓܼܘܿܪ ܒܐܲܢܬܲܬܼ ܚܲܒܼܪܵܟ܂ ܕܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܢܓܼܘܼܪܘܼܢ ܐ̄ܚܪ̈ܵܢܹܐ ܒܐܲܢܬܿܬܼܵܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܗܘܹܐ ܡܣܲܪܗܒܼܵܐ ܐܲܝܟ ܠܘܼܙܵܐ ܕܠܘܼܩܕܼܵܡ ܥܵܦܼܿܐ܂ ܘܲܠܚܲܪܬܼܵܐ
ܐܸܒܹܿܗ ܡܹܬܼܐ̱ܟܸܠ܂ ܐܸܠܵܐ ܗܘܸܝ ܫܘܸܐ ܘܛܲܥܡܵܢ ܐܲܝܟ ܬܘܼܬܼܵܐ܂ ܕܲܠܚܲܪܬܼܵܐ
ܥܵܦܹܿܐ܂ ܘܠܘܼܩܕܼܵܡ ܐܸܒܹܿܗ ܡܸܬܼܐ̱ܟܸܠ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܪܟܸܿܢ ܥܲܝ̈ܢܝܲܟ ܘܐܲܡܸܟ
ܩܵܠܵܟ܂ ܘܚܘܼܪ ܬܚܹܝܬ ܥܲܝ̈ܢܲܝܟ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܠܵܘ ܒܩܵܠܵܐ ܪܵܡܵܐ
ܡܸܬܼܒܿܢܹܐ ܒܲܝܬܵܐ܂ ܕܐܸܠܘܼ ܒܩܵܠܵܐ ܪܵܡܵܐ ܡܸܬܼܒܿܢܹܐ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܐ ܒܲܝܬܵܐ܉ ܚܡܵܪܵܐ
ܕܹܝܢ ܬܪܹܝܢ ܒܵܬ̈ܝܼܢ ܒܵܢܹܿܐ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܐ ܒܚܲܕ ܝܵܘܡܵܐ܂
ܘܐܸܠܘܼ ܒܚܲܝܠܵܐ ܬܲܩܝܼܦܵܐ
ܡܸܬܿܕܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܬܼ ܦܲܕܵܢܵܐ܂ܡܼܢ ܫܚܵܬܹܗ ܕܓܲܡܠܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܚܘܼܒܵܗܿ ܚܪܒܗܿ
ܡܸܫܬܲܪܝܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܵܒܼ ܛܵܒܼ ܠܡܲܗܦܵܟܼܘܼ ܟܹܐ̈ܦܹܐ ܥܲܡ ܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ܂
ܡܼܢ ܕܲܠܡܸܫܬܵܐ ܚܲܡܪܵܐ ܥܲܡ ܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܣܲܟܼܠܵܐ܀
ܒܼܪܝ ܐܲܫܘܿܕ ܚܲܡܪܵܟ
ܥܲܠ ܩܲܒܼܪ̈ܐܹ ܕܙܲܕܝܼܩܹ̈ܐ܉ ܘܠܵܐ ܬܸܫܬܹܿܝܘܗܝ ܥܲܡ ܐ̄ܢܵܫܵܐ ܥܵܘ̈ܿܠܹܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܡ
ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܣܪܘܿܚ܉ ܘܥܲܡ ܣܵܪܘܿܚܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܬܼܚܲܟܲܡ܀
ܒܹܪܝ
ܐܸܬܼܠܵܘܵܐ ܠܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ ܕܬܸܬܼܚܲܟܲܡ ܐܲܟܼܘܵܬܹܗ܉ ܘܠܵܐ ܬܸܬܼܠܵܘܹܐ
ܠܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܦܲܟܵܢܵܐ ܘܠܸܫܵܢܵܢܵܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܬܵܬܼܡ̱ܢܹܐ ܥܲܡܹܗ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܕ ܐܝܼܬܼ
ܡܣܵܢܹ̈ܐ ܒܪܸ̈ܓܠܲܝܟ ܕܘܼܫ ܕܲܪܕܪ̈ܐܹ܉ ܘܲܥܒܸܕ ܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ ܠܲܒܼ̈ܢܲܝܟ ܘܠܲܒܼ̈ܢܿܝ
ܒ̈ܢܲܝܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܲܪ ܥܲܬܿܝܼܪܹ̈ܐ ܐܸܟܲܠ ܚܸܘܝܵܐ܉ ܘܐܵܡܪܝܼܢ ܠܐܵܣܝܘܼܬܼܵܐ ܐܲܟܼܠܹܗ܂
ܘܐܲܟܼܠܹܗ ܒܲܪ ܡܸܣ̈ܟܹܿܢܹܐ܉ ܘܐܵܡܪܝܼܢ ܕܲܠܟܲܦܢܹܗ ܐܲܟܼܠܹܗ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܟܼܘܿܠ
ܡܢܵܬܼܵܟ܉ ܘܥܲܠ ܚܲܒܼܪ̈ܲܝܟܠܐ ܬܒܲܣܲܪ܀ ܬܣܬܪܗܒ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܡ ܡܿܢ ܕܠܵܐ ܡܸܬܼܚܲܡܲܨ܉
ܐܵܦܠܵܐ ܠܲܚܡܵܐ ܠܡܹܐܟܲܠ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܛܵܒܼ̈ܬܹܗ ܕܣܵܢܐܵܟ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܩܨܲܦ܉ ܘܐܵܦ
ܒܒܼܝܼܫ̈ܵܬܹܗ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܚܕܹܿܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܬܩܲܪܒܼ ܠܐܲܢܬܿܬܼܵܐ ܠܲܚܘܼܫܬܵܢܝܼܬܼܵܐ܉
ܘܠܲܐܝܕܵܐ ܕܪܵܡ ܩܵܠܵܗܿ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܵܬܲܪ ܫܘܼܦܪܵܐ ܕܐܲܢܬܿܬܼܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܐܙܲܠ܉
ܘܠܵܐ ܬܸܪܓܼܝܼܗܿ ܒܠܸܒܵܟ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܫܘܼܦܪܵܐ ܕܐܲܢܬܿܬܼܵܐ ܛܲܥܡܵܗܿ܆
ܘܡܸܠܲܬܼ ܦܘܼܡܵܗܿ ܗܸܕܪܵܗܿ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢ ܐܵܪܥܵܟ ܣܵܢܐܵܟ ܒܒܼܝܼܫܬܵܐ܉
ܐܲܪܘܿܥܲܝܗܝ ܐܲܢܬܿ ܒܚܸܟܡ̱ܬܼܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܢܵܦܹܿܠ ܥܵܘܠܵܐܼ ܘܠܵܐ ܩܵܐܹܿܡ܂ ܘܟܹܐܢܵܐ ܠܵܐ
ܡܸܬܿܬܿܙܝܼܥ܉ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܥܲܡܹܗ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܪܵܟ ܡܼܢ ܡܲܚ̈ܘܵܢ
ܠܐ ܬܸܟܼܠܹܐ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܡܲܚܘ̈ܵܬܼܐ ܠܛܲܠܝܵܐ ܐܲܝܟ ܙܸܒܠܵܐ ܠܦܲܪܕܲܝܣܵܐܼ܂ ܘܐܲܝܟ
ܐܲܣܵܪܐ ܠܲܚܡܵܪܐ܂ ܐܵܘ ܠܟܼܠ ܚܲܝܘܬܼܵܐ܂ ܘܐܲܝܟ ܚܲܒܼܠܵܐ ܒܪܸܓܼܠܹܗ
ܕܲܚܡܵܪܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܒܼܘܿܫ ܒܪܵܟ ܥܲܕ ܗܘܸ ܛܲܠܝܵܐ܂ ܥܲܕܠܵܐ ܢܸܥܫܲܢ
ܡܸܢܵܟ ܘܢܸܡܪܲܕ ܥܠܲܝܟ܂ ܘܲܒܼܟܼܠ ܣܘܼܪ̈ܚܵܢܘܵܗܝ ܬܸܬܼܢܲܟܲܦ܀
ܒܹܪܝ
ܩܢܝܼ ܬܵܘܪܵܐ ܕܲܡܪܲܒܲܥ ܘܲܚܡܵܪܵܐܘܠܵܐ ܬܸܩܢܹܐ ܥܲܒܼܕܵܐ ܕܦܲܪܣܬܸܿܢ܉ ܦܪܣܛܝܘܢ
ܥܵܪܘܿܩܵܐ ܘܐܲܡܬܼܵܐ ܓܲܢܵܒܼܬܵܐ܂ ܥܲܠ ܕܠܵܐ ܟܠ ܡܸܕܡ ܕܲܩܢܹܝܬܿ ܡܵܘܒܿܕܝܼܢ
ܠܹܗ ܡܸܢܵܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܡܸ̈ܠܲܝ ܐ̄ܢܵܫܐ ܕܲܓܵܠܹ̈ܐ܉ ܐܲܝܟ ܨܸܦܪܹ̈ܐ ܫܲܡܝܼ̈ܢܵܢ܂ ܘܡܿܢ
ܕܠܲܝܬܿ ܠܹܗ ܠܹܒܵܐ ܐܵܟܹܿܠ ܠܗܝܹܢ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܘ̈ܛܵܬܼܐ ܕܐܲܒܼܘܼܟ ܘܕܐܸܡܵܟ
ܥܠܲܝܟ ܠܵܐ ܬܲܝܬܿܿܐ܉ ܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܒܛܵܒܼ̈ܬܼܵܐ ܕܲܒܼ̈ܢܝܲܟ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܚܕܹܿܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ
ܒܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܙܲܝܢܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܐܙܲܠ܉ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܠܵܐ ܝܵܕܲܥ ܐܢܬܿ ܐܸܡܲܬܼܝ ܐܵܪܲܥ
ܠܵܟ ܒܥܸܠܕܒܼܵܒܼܵܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܟܼܡܵܐ ܕܲܗܕܝܼܪ ܐܝܼܠܵܢܐ ܒܣܵܘܟܵܘ̈ܗܝ
ܘܒܼܐܒܹܿܗ܉ ܘܛܘܼܪܵܐ ܕܣܵܥܝܼܪ ܒܐܝܼ̈ܠܵܢܹܐ܂ ܗܵܟܲܢ ܗܕܝܼܪ ܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ
ܒܐܲܢܬܿܬܹܗ ܘܒܲܒܼܢ̈ܘܗܝ܂ ܘܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܕܐܲܚܹ̈ܐ ܘܐܲܢܬܿܬܼܵܐ ܘܲܒܼ̈ܢܲܝܵܐ ܠܲܝܬܿ
ܠܹܗ܉ ܫܝܼܛ ܘܲܒܸܣܝܼܪ ܩܕܼܵܡ ܒܥܸܠܕܒܼܵܒܼܵܘ̈ܗܝ܂ ܘܕܼܵܡܹܿܐ ܠܐܝܼܠܵܢܵܐ ܕܥܲܠ
ܝܲܕ ܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ܂ ܕܟܼܠ ܕܥܵܒܲܪ ܡܸܢܹܗ ܢܵܣܹܿܒܼ܂ ܘܟܼܠܵܗܿ ܚܲܝܘܬܼܵܐ ܕܕܲܒܼܪܵܐ
ܛܲܪ̈ܦܵܘܗܝ ܡܵܬܿܪܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܐܡܲܪ ܕܡܵܪܝ ܣܟܲܠ ܘܐܸܢܵܐ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡ܂
ܐܸܠܵܐ ܠܒܼܘܿܟܲܝܗܝ ܒܡܘܼܡܵܘ̈ܗܝ ܘܬܸܬܼܪܲܚܲܡ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܚܫܘܿܒܼ
ܢܲܦܫܵܟ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ܉ ܟܲܕ ܐ̄ܚܪ̈ܵܢܹܐ ܠܵܐ ܚܵܫܒܿܝܼܢ ܠܵܟ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ܀
ܠܵܐ ܬܕܲܓܹܿܠ
ܒܡܹ̈ܠܲܝܟ ܩܕܼܵܡ ܡܵܪܟ ܕܲܠܡܵ ܬܹܬܼܒܲܣܲܖ܂ ܘܢܹܐܡܲܪ ܠܵܟ ܕܙܹܠ ܡܼܢ
ܩܕܼܵܡ ܥܲܝ̈ܢܲܝ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܢܸܗܘ̈ܝܵܢ ܫܲܪܝܪ̈ܵܢ ܡܸ̈ܠܲܝܟ܉ ܕܢܹܐܡܲܪ ܠܵܟ ܡܵܪܟ
ܩܪܘܿܒܼ ܠܘܵܬܼܝ ܘܬܸܚܹܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܝܘܿܡ ܒܝܼܫܬܵܟ܂ ܠܵܐ ܬܨܲܚܸܐ ܠܐܠܵܗܵܐ܂
ܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܟܲܕ ܢܸܫܡ̱ܥܵܟ ܢܸܪܓܲܙ ܥܠܲܝܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܥܲܒܼܕܵܟ ܛܵܒܼ ܡܼܢ
ܚܲܒܼܪܹܗ ܠܵܐ ܬܲܛܐܹܒܼ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܠܵܐ ܝܵܕܲܥ ܐܢܬܿ ܐܲܝܢܐ ܡܸܢܗܘܿܢ
ܡܸܬܼܒܿܥܹܐ ܠܵܟ ܠܚܲܪܬܼܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܲܠܒܵܐ ܕܫܵܒܹܿܩ ܡܵܪܹܗ ܘܐܵܬܹܿܐ
ܒܵܬܼܪܵܟ ܒܟܹܐ̈ܦܹܐ ܡܚܝܼܘܗܝ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܓܙܵܪܐ ܕܣܲܓܿܝܼܵ̈ܐܢ ܐܘܼܪ̈ܚܵܬܹܗ܉
ܡܢܵܬܼܐ ܕܕܐܹܒܹ̈ܐ ܗܵܘܹܿܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܕܘܼܢ ܕܝܼܢܐܵ ܬܪܝܼܨܵܐ ܒܛܲܠܝܘܼܬܼܵܟ܉
ܕܲܒܼܣܲܝܒܿܘܼܬܼܵܟ ܐܝܼܩܵܪܐ ܢܸܗܘܹܐ ܠܵܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܚܠܵܐ ܠܸܫܵܢܵܟ ܘܐܲܛܥܸܡ
ܡܲܦܬܲܚ ܦܘܼܡܵܟ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܕܘܼܢܒܹܿܗ ܕܟܲܠܒܵܐ ܝܵܗܹܿܒܼ ܠܹܗ ܠܲܚܡܵܐ
ܘܦܘܼܡܹܗ ܡܲܚ̈ܘܵܢ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܫܒܿܘܿܩ ܠܚܲܒܼܪܵܟ ܕܕܼܵܪܹܟ ܥܲܠ
ܪܸܓܼܠܵܟ܉ ܕܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܢܸܕܪܘܿܟ ܥܲܠ ܨܵܘܪܵܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܡܚܝܼ ܠܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ
ܒܡܸܠܬܼܵܐ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܬܵܐ܉ ܕܬܸܗܘܹܐ ܒܠܸܒܹܿܗ ܐܲܝܟ ܐܸܫܵܬܼܵܐ ܕܲܒܼܩܲܝܛܵܐ܂
ܕܐܸܢ ܬܸܡܚܹܐ ܠܣܲܟܼܠܵܐ ܚܘܼܛܪ̈ܝܼܢ ܣܲܓܿ̈ܝܼܵܐܢ ܠܵܐ ܝܵܕܲܥ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܫܲܕܲܪ
ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ ܘܠܵܐ ܬܦܲܩܕܝܼܘܗܝ܂ ܘܐܸܢ ܣܲܟܼܠܵܐ ܡܫܲܕܲܪ ܐܢܬܿ܉ ܙܹܠ ܐܲܢܬܿ
ܘܠܵܐ ܬܫܲܕܪܝܼܘܗܝ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܢܲܣܵܐ ܒܪܵܟ ܒܠܲܚܡܐ ܘܲܒܼ̈ܡܲܝܵܐ܂ ܘܗܵܝܕܿܝܹܢ
ܬܸܫܒܿܘܿܩ ܒܐܝܼܕܼܵܘ̈ܗܝ ܩܸܢ̈ܝܵܢܲܝܟ ܘܢܸܟܼܣܲܝ̈ܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܡܼܢ ܡܸܫܬܿܘܼܬܼܵܐ
ܩܲܕܡܵܝܵܐ ܦܛܲܪ܉ ܘܠܵܐ ܬܟܲܬܲܪܒܲܣܝܼܡܹ̈ܐ܂ ܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܢܸܗܘ̈ܝܵܢ ܠܡܸܫܚܵܢ̈ܝܼܢ ܠܡܫܚܢ̈ܐ
ܠܵܟ ܨܘܼ̈ܠܦܵܬܼܐ ܒܪܹܫܵܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܡܿܢ ܕܐܝܼܕܹܗ ܡܲܠܝܵܐ ܡܸܬܩܪܹܐ
ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܐܵ ܘܲܡܝܲܩܪܵܐ܂ ܘܡܿܢ ܕܐܝܼܕܹܗ ܚܲܣܝܼܪܵܐ ܡܸܬܩܪܸܐ ܡܲܣܟܿܠܵܢܵܐ
ܘܫܲܦܠܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܸܥܢܹܿܬܼ ܡܹܠܚܵܐ ܘܗܲܦܿܟܹܿܬܼ ܐܲܒܼܵܪܵܐ܂ ܘܠܵܐ ܚܙܹܿܝܬܼ
ܕܝܲܩܝܼܪ ܡܼܢ ܚܵܘܒܿܬܼܵܐ ܕܢܸܦܪܘܿܥ ܐ̄ܢܵܫ ܟܲܕ ܠܵܐ ܝܼܙܸܦ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܸܥܢܹܿܬܼ
ܦܲܪܙܠܵܐ ܘܗܲܦܿܟܹܿܬ ܟܹܐ̈ܦܹܐ܂ ܘܠܵܐ ܝܼܩܲܪܘ ܥܠܲܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܕܝܵܬܹܒܼ
ܒܹܝܬܼ ܚܡܘܼܗܝ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܠܸܦ ܟܲܦܢܵܐ ܘܨܲܗܝܵܐ ܠܲܒܼܪܵܟ܉ ܕܐܲܝܟ ܕܚܵܙܝܵܐ
ܥܲܝܢܹܗ ܢܕܲܒܲܪ ܒܲܝܬܹܿܗ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܵܒܼ ܥܘܝܼܪܒܥܲܝܢ̈ܘܗܝ ܡܼܢ ܗܵܘܿ ܕܲܥܘܝܼܪ
ܒܠܸܒܹܿܗ܂ ܥܘܝܼܪ ܥܲܝ̈ܢܹܐ ܕܹܝܢ܉ ܒܲܥܓܲܠ ܝܵܠܹܦ ܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ ܘܐܵܙܹܿܠ ܒܵܗܿ܂
ܘܲܥܘܝܼܪ ܠܸܒܵܐ ܫܵܒܹܿܩ ܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ ܬܪܝܼܨܬܵܐ ܘܐܵܙܹܿܠ ܒܬܼܵܘܫܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ
ܫܘܼܦܪܵܐ ܣܲܓܿܝܼܵܐܐ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܲܫܡܵܐ ܛܵܒܼܵܐܼ ܩܵܐ݂ܿܡ ܠܥܵܠܲܡ܂ ܘܫܘܼܦܪܵܐ ܒܵܠܹܿܐ
ܘܡܸܬܚܲܒܲܠ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܵܒܼܘܼ ܡܵܘܬܵܐ ܡܼܢ ܚܲܝܹ̈ܐ܉ ܠܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܕܲܢܝܵܚܵܐ
ܠܲܝܬܿ ܠܹܗ܂ ܘܛܵܒܼܘܼ ܩܵܠܐ ܕܐܘܼܠ̈ܝܬܼܵܐ ܒܐܹܕ̈ܢܲܝ ܣܲܟܼܠܵܐ܉ܡܢ ܙܡܵܪܵܐ
ܘܚܲܕܘܼܬܼܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܛܵܒܼܵܐ ܟܲܪܥܵܐ ܕܒܼܐܝܼܕܼܵܟ܉ ܡܼܢܒܩܸܕܪܵܐ ܙܸܦ̮ܬܵܐ ܘܙܬܐ
ܕܐܲܚܪ̈ܵܢܹܐ܂ ܘܛܵܒܼܵܐ ܢܸܩܝܵܐ ܕܩܲܪܝܼܒܼܵܐ܉ ܡܼܢ ܬܘܼܪܬܵܐ ܕܪܲܚܝܼܩܵܐ܂ ܘܛܵܒܼܵܐ
ܚܕܼܵܐ ܨܸܦܪܵܐ ܕܒܼܐܝܼܕܼܵܟ܉ ܡܼܢ ܐܵܠܹܦ ܕܦܵܪ̈ܚܵܢ܂ ܘܛܵܒܼܵܐ ܡܸܣܟܹܿܢܘܼܬܼܵܐ
ܕܲܡܟܲܢܫܵܐ܉ ܡܼܢ ܥܘܼܬܪܵܐ ܕܲܡܒܲܕܲܪ܂ ܘܛܵܒܼ ܡܵܐܢܵܐ ܕܥܲܡܪܵܐ ܕܲܥܠܲܝܟ܉
ܡܼܢ ܒܘܼܨܵܐ ܘܫܹܐܪ̈ܵܝܹܐ ܕܐܲܚܪ̈ܵܢܹܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܒܼܘܿܫ ܡܸܠܬܼܵܐ ܒܠܸܒܵܟ܂ ܘܢܸܛܐܲܒܼ
ܠܵܟ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܡܵܐ ܕܚܲܠܸܦܼܬܿ ܡܸܠܬܼܵܟܼ ܐܵܘܒܸܿܕܬܿ ܪܵܚܡܵܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ
ܬܸܦܘܿܩ ܡܸܠܬܵܐ ܡܼܢ ܦܘܼܡܵܟ܂ ܥܕܲܡܵܐ ܕܬܹܬܼܡܲܠܟ ܒܓܼܵܘ ܠܸܒܵܟ܂
ܡܹܛܠ ܕܛܵܒܼܘܼ ܠܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܕܡܸܬܿܬܿܩܸܠ ܒܠܸܒܹܿܗ܉ ܘܠܵܐ ܡܸܬܿܬܿܩܸܠ
ܒܠܸܫܵܢܹܗ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢ ܬܹܫܡܲܥ ܡܸܠܬܼܵܐ ܒܝܼܫܬܵܐ܉ ܐܲܥܸܠܹܝܗܿ ܒܐܲܪܥܵܐ
ܫܒܲܥ ܐܲܡ̈ܝܼܢ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܨܹܝܕ ܡܲܨܘܼܬܼܵܐܼ ܠܵܐ ܬܟܲܬܲܪ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܡܼܢ
ܬܲܟܼܬܿܘܼܫܵܐ ܗܵܘܹܿܐ ܩܸܛܠܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܠ ܕܠܵܐ ܕܵܐܹܿܢ ܕܝܼܢܵܐ ܬܪܝܼܨܵܐ܉
ܡܲܪܓܹܿܙ ܠܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝܡܼܢ ܪܵܚܡܹܗ ܕܐܲܒܼܘܼܟ܉ ܕܲܠܡܵܐ ܐܸܬܼܪܲܚܲܩ ܠܐ ܬܪܚܩ
ܪܵܚܡܵܟ ܠܵܐ ܡܵܛܹܿܐ ܠܵܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܓܲܢܲܬܼ ܪܵܘܪ̈ܒܼܵܢܹܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܚܘܿܬܼ܉ ܘܠܲܒܼ̈ܢܵܬܼ
ܪܵܘܪ̈ܒܼܵܢܹܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܬܼܩܲܪܒܼ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܕܲܪ ܪܵܚܡܵܟ ܩܕܼܵܡ ܫܲܠܝܼܛܵܐ܉
ܕܬܸܫܟܲܚ ܬܥܲܕܪܝܼܘܗܝ ܡܼܢ ܐܲܪܝܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܚܕܹܿܐ ܠܹܗ
ܠܲܒܼܥܸܠܕܒܼܵܒܼܵܟ ܟܲܕ ܢܡܘܼܬܼ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܲܕ ܬܸܚܙܹܐ ܓܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܕܩܲܫܝܼܫ
ܡܸܢܵܟ܉ ܩܘܼܡ ܡܼܢ ܩܕܼܵܡܵܘܗܝ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢ ܢܩܘܼܡܘܼܢ ܡܲܝ̈ܵܐ ܕܠܵܐ
ܐܲܪܥܵܐ܂ ܘܢܸܦܪܲܚ ܨܸܦܪܵܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܓܸܦܹ̈ܐ܂ ܘܢܸܚܘܲܪ ܢܲܥܒܼܵܐ ܐܲܝܟ ܬܲܠܓܿܐ܂
ܘܢܸܚܠܹܐ ܡܲܪܝܼܪܵܐ ܐܲܝܟ ܕܵܒܼܫܵܐ܂ ܗܵܝܕܹܝܢ ܢܸܬܼܚܲܟܲܡ ܣܲܟܼܠܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢ
ܟܘܼܡܪܵܐ ܐܲܢܬܿ ܕܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ܂ ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܙܗܝܼܪ ܡܸܢܹܗ܂ ܘܲܒܕܲܟܼܝܘܼܬܼܵܐ
ܥܘܿܠ ܩܕܼܵܡܵܘܗܝ܂ ܘܡܼܢ ܩܕܼܵܡܵܘܗܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܥܢܲܕ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܡܿܢ ܕܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ
ܐܲܛܐܸܒܼ ܠܹܗ܉ ܘܐܵܦ ܐܢܬܿ ܝܲܩܲܪܲܝܗܝ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܕܘܼܢ ܥܲܡ ܐ̄ܢܵܫ
ܒܝܵܘܡܹܗ܉ ܘܠܲܐ ܬܩܘܼܡ ܠܘܼܩܒܲܠ ܢܲܗܪܵܐ ܒܲܡܠܹܐܹܗ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܝܢܹܗ
ܕܒܲܪܢܵܫܐ ܐܲܝܟ ܡܲܒܿܘܼܥܵܐ ܕܡܲܝ̈ܵܐ܉ ܘܠܵܐ ܣܵܒܼܥܵܐ ܢܸܟܼ̈ܣܹܐ ܥܕܲܡܵܐ ܕܡܲܠܝܵܐ
ܥܲܦܪܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢ ܨܵܒܹܿܐ ܐܲܢܬܿ ܕܬܸܗܘܹܐ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡ܉ ܟܠܝܼ ܦܘܼܡܵܟ ܡܼܢ
ܕܲܓܵܠܘܼܬܼܵܐ܂ ܘܐܝܼܕܼܵܟ ܡܼܢ ܓܲܢܵܒܼܘܼܬܼܵܐ܂ ܘܬܸܗܘܹܐ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ
ܒܲܡܟܼܘܼܪܝܵܐ ܕܐܲܢܬܿܬܼܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܗܘܹܐ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܐܸܢ ܢܸܒܼܐܲܫ ܠܵܗܿ
ܬܠܘܼܛܵܟ܂ ܘܐܸܢ ܢܸܛܐܲܒܼ ܠܵܗܿ ܠܵܐ ܬܹܬܿܕܲܟܪܵܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܕܲܗܕܝܼܪ ܒܲܠܒܼܘܼܫܹܗ܉
ܗܕܝܼܪ ܐܵܦ ܒܡܸܠܬܹܗ܂ ܘܲܕܫܝܼܛ ܒܲܠܒܼܘܼܫܹܗ܉ ܫܝܼܛ ܐܵܦ ܒܡܸܠܬܹܗ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢ ܬܸܫܟܲܚ ܫܟܼܵܚܬܵܐ ܩܕܼܵܡ ܨܲܠܡܵܐ܉ ܡܢܵܬܹܗ ܩܲܪܹܒܼ ܠܹܗ܀
ܒܹܪܝܠܐ ܬܸܬܸܿܠ ܐܲܝܕܵܐ ܕܣܵܒܼܥܵܐ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܬܼ ܘܟܸܦܢܲܬܸ܉ ܘܠܵܐ ܗܵܝܿ ܕܟܼܵܦܢܵܐ
ܗ̄ܘܼܵܬܼ ܘܣܸܒܼܥܲܬܸ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܒܐܲܢܬܿܬܼܵܐ ܕܫܲܦܝܼܪܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܢܚܘܼܪ̈ܵܢ ܥܲܝ̈ܢܲܝܟ܉
ܘܠܵܐ ܬܸܬܼܒܲܩܸܐ ܒܫܘܼܦܪܵܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܕܝܼܠܵܟ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܕܣܲܓܿܝܼ̈ܐܹܐ ܐܸܒܲܕܘ
ܒܫܘܼܦܪܵܐ ܕܐܲܢܬܿܬܼܵܐ܂ ܘܪܸܚܡ̱ܬܼܵܗܿ ܐܲܝܟ ܢܘܼܪܵܐ ܕܝܵܩܕܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ
ܢܸܡܚܹܝܟ ܚܲܟܿܝܼܡܵܐ ܚܘܼܛܪ̈ܝܼܢ ܣܲܓܿܝܼ̈ܵܐܢ܉ ܘܠܵܐ ܢܸܡܫܚܵܟ ܣܲܟܼܠܵܐ
ܡܸܫܚܵܐ ܡܒܲܣܡܵܐ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܪܗܲܛ ܪܹܓܼܠܵܟ ܠܘܵܬܼ ܪܵܚܡܵܟ܂
ܕܠܵܐ ܢܸܣܒܲܥ ܡܸܢܵܟ ܘܢܸܣܢܹܝܟ܀
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܵܐ ܬܣܝܼܡ ܥܸܙܲܩܬܼܵܐ ܕܕܲܗܒܼܵܐ
ܒܐܝܼܕܼܵܟ܉ ܟܲܕ ܠܲܝܬܿ ܠܵܟ܂ ܕܠܵܐ ܢܓܲܚܟܿܘܼܢ ܒܵܟ ܣܲܟܼ̈ܠܹܐ܀
ܠܥܵܠܲܡ ܚܝܝܼ܂
ܐܲܠܵܗܹ̈ܐ ܠܵܐ ܡܸܫܟܿܚܝܼܢ ܨܸܒܼܘ̈ܵܬܼܐ ܕܐܲܝܟ ܗܵܠܹܝܢ
ܠܡܸܥܒܲܕ܂ ܫܒܼܘܿܩ ܒܢܲܝ̈ܢܵܫܵܐ܂
ܟܲܕ ܣܲܥܪܵܐ ܕܪܹܫܝ ܪܡܹܐ ܥܲܠ ܟܲܬܼ̈ܦܵܬܼܝ܂
ܘܛܸܦܪ̈ܲܝ ܐܲܪܝܼܟܼܝܼܢ ܐܲܝܟ ܕܢܸܫܪܵܐ܂
ܠܥܵܠܲܡ
ܚܝܝܼ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܡܿܢ ܕܠܵܐ ܫܵܡܲܥ ܡܼܢ ܐܸܕܢܵܘܗ̈ܝ܉ ܡܼܢ
ܒܸܣܬܲܪ ܩܕܼܵܠܹܗ ܡܲܫܡ̱ܥܝܼܢ ܠܹܗ܂
ܥܢܼܵܐܢܵܕܢ ܒܹܪܝ ܘܐܸܡܲܪ
ܠܝܼ܂ ܠܡܵܢܵܐ ܐܸܬܼܚܲܡܲܬܼܬܿ ܥܲܠ ܒܪܵܟ܂
ܥܢܿܝܹܬܼ ܘܐܸܡܪܹܬܼ ܠܹܗ܂
ܐܸܢܵܐ ܒܹܪܝ ܥܲܠ ܟܘܼܪܣܝܵܐ ܕܐܝܼܩܵܪܵܐ ܐܵܘܬܸܿܒܼܬܵܟ܂ ܘܐܲܢܬܿ ܡܼܢ
ܟܘܼܪܣܲܝ ܣܚܲܦܬܵܢܝ܂ ܘܠܝܼ ܟܐܹܢܘܼܬܼܝ ܫܵܘܙܸܒܼܬܼܵܢܝ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܥܩܲܪܒܼܵܐ ܕܡܲܚܝܵܐ ܠܫܘܿܥܵܐ܂ ܘܐܸܡܲܪ ܠܵܗܿ ܥܲܠ ܠܸܒܵܐ
ܫܲܠܝܵܐ ܡܚܲܝܬܿܝ܂ ܘܲܡܚܵܬܸ ܠܲܡܚܲܛܵܐ܂ ܘܐܵܡܪܝܼܢ ܠܵܗ܂ ܡܚܲܝܬܿܝ
ܠܥܘܼܩܣܵܐ ܕܒܼܝܼܫ ܡܼܢ ܕܝܼܠܹܟܼܝ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܼ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܥܸܙܵܐ
ܕܩܵܝܿܡܵܐ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܬܼ ܥܲܠ ܐܘܼܓܵܐ ܘܐܵܟܼܠܵܐ ܠܹܗ܂ ܘܐܸܡܲܪ ܠܵܗܿ ܐܘܼܓܵܐ܂
ܡܸܛܠ ܡܵܢܵܐ ܐܵܟܼܠܵܐ ܐܲܢܬܼܝ ܠܝܼ܂ ܕܡܸܫܟܹܿܟܼܝ ܒܥܸܩܵܪܝ ܦܵܠܚܿܝܼܢ ܠܹܗ܂
ܐܵܡܪܵܐ ܠܹܗ ܥܸܙܵܐ܂ ܐܸܟܲܠܬܵܟ ܒܚ̈ܲܝܲܝ ܘܲܒܼܡܵܘܬܿܝ ܡܼܢ ܥܸܩܵܪܟ
ܢܸܥܩܪܘܼܢܵܟ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܗܵܘܿ ܕܲܫܕܼܵܐ ܟܹܐܦܵܐ ܠܲܫܡܲܝܵܐ܉
ܘܠܲܫܡܲܝܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܡܛܵܬܸ܂ ܘܲܚܛܵܗܵܐ ܡܼܢ ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܩܲܒܸܿܠ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܗܵܘܿ ܕܚܵܙܹܿܐ ܠܚܲܒܼܪܹܗ ܕܪܵܥܹܿܠ ܡܼܢ ܩܘܼܪܫܹܗ܂
ܘܫܵܩܹܿܠ ܓܵܪܒܼܵܐ ܕܡ̈ܲܝܵܐ ܘܪܵܡܹܿܐ ܥܠܵܘܗܝ܂
ܠܘܲܝ ܕܝܹܢ ܒܹܪܝ ܡܵܐ
ܕܲܩܛܲܠܬܵܢܝ ܡܸܫܟܲܚ ܗ̄ܘܼܝܬܿ ܕܲܬܼܩܘܼܡ ܒܕܘܼܟܲܬܼܝ܂ ܗܘܸܝܬܿ
ܕܝܹܢ ܝܵܕܲܥ ܐܢܬܿ ܒܹܪܝ܂ ܕܐܸܠܘܼ ܢܼܪܒܹܿܐ ܕܘܼܢܒܵܐ ܕܲܚܙܝܼܪܵܐ ܫܒܲܥ
ܐܲܡܝܼ̈ܢ܂ ܒܕܘܼܟܲܬܼ ܣܘܼܣܝܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܩܵܐܹܿܡ܂ ܘܐܸܢ ܢܸܗܘܹܐ ܪܲܟܿܝܼܟ
ܣܲܥܪܹܗܡܸܡܬܼܘܿܡ ܥܲܠ ܓܘܼܫܡܵܐ ܕܒܲܪ ܚܹܐܪܹ̈ܐ ܠܵܐ ܣܵܠܹܿܩ܂ ܘܲܩܘܙ܂ ܘܩܘܐ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢܵܐ ܐܸܡܪܹܬܼ ܕܬܸܗܘܹܐ ܚܠܵܦܲܝ܂ ܘܒܲܝܬܿܝ ܘܢܸܟܼ̈ܣܲܝ ܐܲܢܬܿ
ܬܸܩܢܹܐ ܐܸܢܘܿܢ ܘܬܹܐܪܲܬܼ ܐܸܢܘܿܢ܂ ܘܠܲܐܠܵܗܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܫܼܦܲܪ ܘܠܵܐ ܫܼܡܲܥ
ܒܩܵܠܵܟ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܼ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܐܲܪܝܵܐ ܕܲܦܓܲܥ ܒܲܚܡܵܪܐ ܡܼܢ
ܨܲܦܪܹܗ ܕܝܵܘܡܵܐ ܘܐܸܡܲܪ ܠܹܗ܂ ܬܵܐ ܒܲܫܠܵܡ ܡܵܪܝ ܩܘܼܪܝܼܣ܂
ܗܘܸ ܕܝܹܢ ܐܸܡܲܪ ܠܹܗ܂ ܐܲܝܟ ܫܠܵܡܵܐ ܕܝܵܗܹܿܒܼ ܐܢܬܿ ܠܝܼ܂ ܢܸܗܘܹܐ ܠܗܵܘܿ
ܕܐܲܣܪܲܢܝ ܒܪܲܡܫܵܐ ܘܠܵܐ ܚܲܝܨܸܗ ܠܐܲܣܘܼܪܝ܂ ܕܐܲܦܝ̈ܟ ܠܵܐ ܚܙܹܿܝܬܼ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܦܲܚܵܐ ܨܠܸܐ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܐ ܒܩܸܩܠ̄ܬܵܐ܂ܨܸܦܪܵܐ ܚܙܼܝܵܗܝ ܘܐܸܬܼܵܐ ܘܐܬܝܐ
ܠܿܗ܂ ܡܵܢܵܐ ܥܵܒܹܿܕ ܐܢܬܿ ܗܵܪܟܵܐ܂ ܐܵܡܲܪ ܠܹܗ ܦܲܚܵܐ܉ ܘܐܸܡܲܪ ܘܐܡܪܐ
ܠܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܡܨܲܠܸܐ ܐ̄ܢܵܐ܂ܠܹܗ ܨܸܦܪܵܐ܂ ܘܗܵܘܿ ܕܐܝܼܬܼ ܐܸܡܲܪ ܐܡܪܐ
ܒܦܘܼܡܵܟ ܡܵܢܵܘ܂ ܐܵܡܲܪ ܦܲܚܵܐ܂ ܠܚܸܡ ܥܲܪ̈ܨܸܐ܂ܨܸܦܪܵܐ ܘܲܩܪܸܒܼ ܘܩܪܒܐ
ܗܵܘܿ ܕܢܸܣܒܹܗ܂ ܘܨܵܕܹܗܘܟܲܕ ܒܨܵܘܪܹܗ܂ ܒܨܘܪܗܿ܂ ܨܸܦܪܵܐ ܡܸܬܿܛܲܪܦ ܡܬܛܪܦܐ
ܐܸܢ ܗܵܢܿܘܵ ܠܲܚܡܵܐ ܕܥܲܪ̈ܨܹܐ܂ ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܕܲܡܨܲܠܸܐ ܐܲܢܬܿ ܠܹܗ܂ ܐܸܡܲܪ܂ ܐܡܪܐ܂
ܠܵܐ ܢܸܫܡܲܥ ܠܩܵܠܵܟ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܬܵܘܪܵܐ ܕܐܲܣܝܼܪ
ܥܲܡ ܐܲܪܝܵܐ܂ ܘܐܸܬܼܦܢܝܼ ܐܲܪܝܵܐ ܘܬܲܒܼܪܹܗ܂
ܘܲܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ
ܐܲܝܟ ܩܲܠܡܵܐ ܕܲܥܒܼܘܼܪܵܐ ܕܚܸܪܒܲܬܸ ܐܵܘܨܪܹ̈ܐ ܕܡܲܠ̈ܟܹܿܐ܂ ܘܗܸܝ ܒܡܸܕܡ
ܠܵܐ ܚܫܝܼܒܵܐ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ܂ ܐܲܝܟ ܩܸܕܪܵܐ ܕܲܥܒܲܕܘ ܠܵܗܿ ܐܸܕ̈ܢܹܐ
ܕܕܲܗܒܼܵܐ܂ ܘܗܝܸ ܐܸܫܵܬܼܗܿ ܡܼܢ ܫܘܼܚܪܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܡܸܬܼܓܲܪܕܝܵܐ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ
ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܐܲܟܵܪܐ ܕܲܙܪܲܥ ܐܸܫܟܵܪܐ ܕܥܸܣܪܝܼܢ ܡܲܕ̈ܘܵܬܼܵܐ
ܕܲܣܥܵܪܹ̈ܐ܂ ܘܟܲܕ ܚܲܨܕܼܵܗܿ ܥܸܒܼܕܲܬܸ ܠܹܗ ܥܸܣܪܝܼܢ ܡܲܕ̈ܘܵܬܼܐ ܘܐܸܡܲܪ
ܠܵܗܿ܂ ܗܵܘܿ ܡܸܕܡ ܕܒܲܕܪܹܬܼ ܟܲܢܸܫܬܿ܂ܒܵܗܿܬܵܐ ܐܲܢܬܿܝ ܐܸܠܵܐ ܠܐ
ܒܲܫܡܹܟܼܝ ܒܝܼܫܵܐ܂ ܕܡܲܘܕܝܵܐ ܡܲܘܕܝܵܐ ܥܒܲܕܬܿܝ܂ ܘܐܸܢܵܐ ܚܵܝܹܿܐ ܐ̄ܢܵܐ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܐܲܪܵܐ ܕܨܲܦܪܵܐ܂ ܗܘܸ ܠܢܲܦܫܹܗ ܡܼܢ
ܡܵܘܬܵܐ ܠܵܐ ܡܫܵܘܙܸܒ܂ ܘܲܠܩܵܠܹܗ ܚܲܒܼܪ̈ܵܘܗܝܡܛܲܒܲܥ܂ ܡܛܲܒܲܚ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ
ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܬܲܝܫܵܐ ܕܡܲܥܸܠ ܚܲܒܪ̈ܵܘܗܝ ܠܒܹܝܬܼ ܛܲܒܵܚܹ̈ܐ܂
ܘܗܘܸ ܠܢܲܦܫܹܗ ܠܵܐ ܡܫܵܘܙܸܒܼ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܟܲܠܒܵܐ
ܕܥܲܠܼ ܠܐܲܬܿܘܿܢܵܐ ܕܩܘܼ̈ܩܵܝܹܐ ܕܢܸܫܚܲܢ܂ ܘܡܼܢ ܒܵܬܲܪ ܕܲܫܚܸܢ܉ ܩܵܡ
ܠܡܸܒܲܚ ܒܗܘܿܢ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܼ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܚܙܝܼܪܵܐ ܕܐܵܙܹܠ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܐ
ܠܒܲܢܹ̈ܐ܂ ܘܟܲܕ ܚܼܙܵܐ ܓܘܼܡܬܼܵܐ ܕܲܣܝܵܢܵܐ܂ ܢܚܸܬܼ ܣܚܼܵܐ ܒܵܗܿ܂ ܘܲܩܼܪܵܐ
ܠܚܲܒܼܪ̈ܵܘܗܝ ܕܬܼܵܘ ܣܚܼܵܘ܂
ܕܝܼܠܝ ܒܹܪܝ ܨܸܒܼܥܝ ܠܦܘܼܡܵܟ܂ ܘܕܝܼܠܵܟ
ܨܸܒܼܥܵܟ ܠܥܲܝ̈ܢܲܝ܂ ܥܲܠ ܡܿܢ ܐܹܪܲܒܹܿܝܟ ܬܲܥܠܵܐ܂ ܕܥܲܝܢ̈ܲܝܟ ܥܲܠ
ܚܲܙܘܼܪܹ̈ܐ ܚܵܝܪܵܢ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܟܲܠܒܵܐ ܕܡܼܢ ܨܲܝܕܹܗ ܐܵܟܹܿܠ܂ ܡܢܵܬܼܐ ܕܕܹܐܒܹ̈ܐ
ܢܸܗܘܹܐ܂ ܘܐܝܕܼܵܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܟܵܫܪܵܐ ܡܼܢ ܫܚܵܬܼܵܗܿ ܬܸܬܼܦܣܸܩ܂
ܘܥܲܝܢܵܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܚܵܙܹܿܢܵܐ ܒܵܗܿ܉ ܥܘܼܪܒܼܵܐ ܢܸܚܨܝܼܗܿ܂
ܡܵܢܵܐ ܛܵܒܼ ܥܒܲܕܬܿ
ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ܂ ܕܐܸܬܿܕܟܲܪܬܵܟ ܘܐܸܬܿܬܲܢܚܲܬܸ ܒܵܟ ܢܲܦܫܝ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢ
ܓܵܢܒܿܝܼܢ ܒܡܿܢ ܡܵܘܡܹܝܢ ܠܗܘܿܢ܂ ܘܐܲܪܝܵܐ ܕܓܼܵܢܹܿܒܼ ܐܲܪܥܵܐ ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܐܠܗ̈ܐ
ܐܲܝܟܲܢܵܐ ܝܵܬܿܒܼ ܐܵܟܹܿܠ ܠܵܗ܂
ܐܸܢܵܐ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܦܝ̈ ܡܲܠܟܵܐ ܚܵܘܝܼܬܵܟ܂
ܘܠܐܝܼܩܵܪܵܐ ܪܲܒܵܐ ܡܲܛܝܼܬܵܟ܂ ܘܐܲܢܬܿ ܨܒܲܝܬܿ ܠܡܲܒܼܐܵܫܘܼ ܠܝܼ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܐܝܼܠܵܢܵܐ ܕܐܸܡܲܪ ܠܦܵܣܘܿܩܵܘ̈ܗܝ܂ ܕܐܸܠܘܼܠܵܐ
ܡܹܢܝ܂ ܒܐܝܼܕܲܝ̈ܟܿܘܿܢ ܥܠܲܝ ܠܵܐ ܢܦܲܠܼܬܿܘܿܢ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ
ܒ̈ܢܲܝ ܣܢܘܿܢܝܼܬܼܵܐ ܕܲܢܦܲܠܼܘ ܡܼܢ ܩܸܢܗܘܿܢ܂ ܘܩܲܒܿܠܲܬܸ ܐܸܢܘܿܢ ܟܵܟܼܘܼܫܬܵܐ
ܘܐܸܡܪܲܬܸ ܠܗܘܿܢ܂ ܕܐܸܠܘܼܠܵܐ ܐܸܢܵܐ ܒܝܼܫܬܵܐ ܪܲܒܿܬܼܵܐ ܗܵܘܝܵܐ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܬܼ
ܠܟܼܘܿܢ܂ ܥܢܼܵܘ ܘܐܵܡܪܝܼܢ ܠܵܗܿ܂ ܥܲܠ ܗܵܕܹܐ ܣܵܡܬܿܝܼܢܲܢ ܒܦܘܼܡܹܟܼܝ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܗܵܝ ܟܵܟܼܘܿܫܬܵܐ ܕܐܵܡܪܝܼܢ ܠܵܗܿ ܫܒܼܘܿܩܝ
ܓܘܼܢܒܲܟܼܝܥܵܐܠܵܐ ܐܲܢܬܿܝ ܘܢܵܦܿܩܵܐ ܠܒܹܝܬܼ ܡܲܠܟܵܐ ܐܲܝܟ ܘܬܸܗܘܹܐ ܘܬܗܘܝܢ
ܕܨܵܒܼܝܵܐ ܢܲܦܫܹܟܼܝ܂ ܘܲܥܢܵܬܸ ܘܐܸܡܪܲܬܸ ܠܗܘܿܢ܂ܢܸܗܘܘܿܢ ܠܝܼ ܐܸܠܵܐ ܐܠܘ
ܥܲܝܢܹ̈ܐ ܕܣܹܐܡܵܐ ܘܐܸܕ̈ܢܹܐܐܸܢܵܐ ܓܘܼܢܒܿܝ ܠܵܐ ܫܵܒܼܩܵܐ ܐ̄ܢܵܐ܂ ܕܣܹܐܡܵܐ܉ ܕܕܗܒܐ܉
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܚܸܘܝܵܐ ܕܲܪܟܼܝܼܒܼ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܐ ܥܲܠ ܣܲܢܝܵܐ ܘܲܫܕܹܐ
ܒܢܲܗܪܵܐ܂ ܘܲܚܙܼܵܐ ܐܸܢܘܿܢ ܕܐܹܒܼܵܐ ܘܐܸܡܲܪ ܠܗܘܿܢ܂ ܕܒܼܝܼܫ ܥܲܠ ܕܒܼܝܼܫ
ܪܟܼܝܼܒܼ܂ ܘܲܕܒܼܝܼܫ ܡܼܢ ܬܪܲܝܗܘܿܢ ܡܕܲܒܲܪ ܠܗܘܿܢ܂ ܐܵܡܲܪ ܠܹܗ
ܚܸܘܝܵܐ܂ ܐܸܠܘܼ ܐܸܬܲܝܬܿ ܠܗܵܪܟܿܐ ܥܵܒܹܿܕ ܗ̄ܘܼܝܬܿ ܚܘܼܫܒܵܢܵܐ ܕܥܸܙܹ̈ܐ
ܘܕܲܒܼܢܲܝܗܹ̈ܝܢ܂
ܐܸܢܵܐ ܒܹܪܝ ܚܙܹܿܝܬܼ ܥܸܙܵܐ ܕܐܲܥܠܘܼܗܿ ܠܒܹܝܬܼ ܛܲܒܵܚܹ̈ܐ܂
ܘܥܲܠ ܕܙܲܒܼܢܵܗܿ ܠܵܐ ܡܲܛܝܼ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܐ܂ ܗܸܦܟܲܬܸ ܠܕܘܼܟܿܬܼܵܗܿ܂ ܘܲܚܙܵܬܸ
ܒܢܹ̈ܝܗܿ ܘܲܒ̈ܢܲܝ ܒܢܹ̈ܝܗܿ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢܵܐ ܚܙܹܿܝܬܼ ܥܝܼ̈ܠܹܐ ܕܲܗܘܸܵܘ ܩܵܛܘܿ̈ܠܹܐ
ܠܐܸܡܗܸܬܼ̈ܗܘܿܢ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢܵܐ ܟܠܡܸܕܡ ܕܒܲܣܝܼܡ ܐܵܘܟܹܿܠܬܵܟ܂ ܘܐܲܢܬܿ
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܲܚܡܵܐ ܒܥܲܦܪܵܐ ܐܵܘܟܸܿܠܬܵܢܝ܉ ܘܠܵܐ ܣܸܒܼܥܹܿܬܼ܂
ܐܸܢܵܐ ܒܹܪܝ
ܡܸܫ̈ܚܵܢܹܐ ܡܒܲܣܡܹ̈ܐ ܡܫܲܚܬܵܟ܂ ܘܐܲܢܬܿ ܒܹܪܝ ܓܘܼܫܡܝ
ܒܥܲܦܪܵܐ ܚܲܒܸܿܠܬܵܝܗܝ܂
ܐܸܢܵܐ ܒܹܪܝ ܪܲܒܿܝܼܬ ܩܵܘܡܬܼܵܟ ܐܲܝܟ ܐܲܪܙܵܐ܂
ܟܲܦܦܬܲܢܝ ܒܚ̈ܲܝܲ ܘܐܪܘܝܼܬܵܢܝ ܐܲܢܬܿ܂ ܒܒܼܝܼ̈ܫܵܬܼܵܟ
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢܵܐ
ܐܵܘܪܸܒܼܬܵܟ ܐܲܝܟ ܡܲܓܼܕܠܵܐ ܘܐܵܡܲܪ ܗ̄ܘܿܝܹܬܼ܂ ܕܐܸܢ ܐܵܬܹܿܐ ܥܠܲܝ
ܒܥܸܠܕܒܼܵܒܼܝ ܐܸܣܲܩ ܘܐܸܥܡܲܪ ܒܵܟ܂ ܘܐܲܢܬܿ ܟܲܕ ܚܼܙܲܝܬܿ
ܒܥܸܠܕܒܼܵܒܼܝ ܐܲܪܟܸܿܢܬܿ ܩܕܼܵܡܵܘܗܝ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܚܘܼܠܕܼܵܐ
ܕܣܵܠܹܿܩ ܡܼܢ ܓܵܘ ܐܲܪܥܵܐ܂ ܕܲܢܩܲܒܸܿܠ ܠܫܸܡܫܵܐ܂ ܥܲܠ ܕܠܲܝܬܿ ܠܹܗ ܥܲܝܢܹ̈ܐ܂
ܘܲܚܙܼܵܝܗܝ ܢܸܫܪܵܐ ܘܲܡܚܼܵܝܗܝ ܘܚܲܛܦܹܗ܂
ܥܢܼܵܐܢܵܕܢ ܒܹܪܝ ܘܐܸܡܲܪ
ܠܝܼ܂ ܚܵܣ ܠܵܟ ܡܼܢ ܗܵܠܹܝܢ ܐܵܒܼܝܐܲܚܝܼܩܲܪ܂ ܐܲܝܟ ܪ̈ܲܚܡܲܝܟ ܥܒܸܕ
ܥܲܡܝ܂
ܐܵܦ ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܓܹܝܪ ܚܵܛܹܿܝܢ ܐ̄ܢܵܫܐ ܘܫܵܒܹܿܩ ܠܗܘܿܢ܂ ܘܐܵܦ
ܐܢܬܿ ܫܒܼܘܿܩ ܠܝܼ ܗܵܕܹܐ ܣܲܟܼܠܘܼܬܼܵܐ܂ ܘܐܸܗܘܹܐ ܡܫܲܡܸܫ
ܪ̈ܲܟܼܫܵܟ܂ ܘܪܵܥܹܿܐ ܚܙܝܼܪܹ̈ܐ ܕܲܒܼܒܲܝܬܵܟ܂ ܘܐܸܢܵܐ ܐܸܬܼܩܪܹܐ ܒܝܼܫܵܐ܂
ܘܐܲܢܬܿ ܠܵܐ ܬܸܚܫܘܿܒܼ ܥܲܠܝ ܒܝܼܫܬܵܐ܂
ܥܢܹܝܿܬܼ ܐܸܢܵܐ ܘܐܸܡܿܪܹܬܼ ܠܹܗ܂
ܗܘܸܝܬܿ ܠܝܼ ܒܹܪܝ ܐܲܝܟ ܗܵܘܿ ܕܸܩܠܵܐ ܕܩܵܐܹܿܡ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܐ ܥܲܠ ܢܲܗܪܵܐ܂
ܘܟܼܠܹܗ ܐܸܒܹܗ ܒܢܲܗܪܵܐ ܫܵܕܹܐ ܗ̄ܘܼܵܐ܂ ܘܟܲܕ ܐܸܬܼܵܐ ܡܵܪܹܗ
ܕܢܸܦܣܩܝܼܘܗܝ܂ ܐܸܡܲܪ ܠܹܗ ܫܒܼܘܿܩܲܝܢܝ ܗܵܕܹܐܘܥܵܒܹܿܕܢܵܐ ܫܲܢܬܵܐ܂ ܫܲܢ̄ܬܵܐ܂
ܠܵܟ ܚܲܪ̈ܘܼܒܹܐ܂ ܘܐܸܡܲܪ ܠܹܗ ܡܵܪܹܗ܂ ܒܕܝܼܠܵܟ ܠܵܐ ܐܲܟܼܫܲܪܬܿ ܒܲܕܠܵܐ
ܕܝܼܠܵܟ ܐܲܝܟܲܢܵܐ ܬܲܟܼܫܲܪ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܕܹܐܒܼܵܐ ܐܵܡܪܝܼܢ ܠܹܗ܂ ܡܸܛܠ ܡܵܢܵܐ
ܒܵܬܲܪ ܥܵܢ̈ܐ ܡܗܲܠܸܟ ܐ̄ܢܬܿ܂ ܐܵܡܲܪ ܠܗܘܿܢ܂ ܣܲܓܿܝܼ ܡܵܘܬܲܪܚܲܝܠܵܗܿ ܚܠܗ
ܠܥܲܝܢ̈ܲܝ܂ ܘܬܼܘܼܒܼ ܐܲܥܠܘܼܗܝ ܠܒܹܝܬܼ ܣܵܦܪܵܐ܂ ܐܵܡܲܪ ܠܹܗ ܪܲܒܹܿܗ܂
ܐܠܦ ܒܹܝܬܼ܂ ܐܵܡܲܪ ܕܹܐܒܼܵܐ܂ ܓܲܕܝܵܐ ܦܵܐܪܵܐ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܐܸܢܵܐ ܐܲܠܸܦܬܵܟ ܕܐܝܼܬܼ
ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ܂ ܘܐܲܢܬܿ ܥܲܠ ܥܲܒܼ̈ܕܹܐ ܛܵܒܹ̈ܐ ܩܵܐܹܿܡ ܐ̄ܢܬܿ܂ ܘܲܡܢܲܓܹܿܕ ܐܢܬܿ
ܠܗܘܿܢ ܕܠܵܐ ܣܲܟܼܠܘܼ܂ ܘܐܲܝܟܲܢܵܐ ܕܠܝܼ ܐܲܚܝܼ ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܡܸܛܠ
ܟܹܐܢܘܼܬܼܝ܂ ܠܵܟ ܢܵܘܒܸܿܕ ܡܸܛܠ ܥܒ̈ܲܕܲܝܟ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܠܪܹܫܹܗ ܕܲܚܡܵܪܐ
ܣܵܡܘܼܗܝ ܒܦܝܼܢܟܼܵܐ ܥܲܠ ܦܵܬܼܘܿܪܵܐ܂ ܘܗܸܘ ܐܸܬܼܥܲܪܓܲܠ ܘܲܢܼܦܲܠ
ܒܥܲܦܪܵܐ܂ ܘܐܵܡܪܝܼܢ ܥܲܠ ܢܲܦܫܹܗ ܪܓܸܙ܂ ܕܠܵܐ ܩܲܒܸܿܠ ܐܝܼܩܵܪܵܐ܂
ܐܲܢܬܿ ܒܹܪܝ ܫܲܪܲܪܬܵܝܗܝ ܠܡܲܬܼܠܵܐ ܕܐܲܡܝܼܪ܂ ܕܝܼܠܹܕܬܿ܉ ܩܪܝܼ
ܒܪܵܟ܂ ܘܕܲܙܒܲܢܬܿ܉ ܩܪܝܼ ܥܲܒܼܕܵܟ܂
ܒܹܪܝ ܫܲܪܝܼܪܘܼ ܡܲܬܼܠܵܐ ܕܐܲܡܝܼܪ܂
ܕܒܲܪ ܚܵܬܼܟ ܐܲܚܘܿܕ ܬܚܹܝܬܼ ܫܸܚܬܼܵܟ܉ ܘܲܠܟܹܐܦܵܐ ܛܪܘܿܦ܂
ܐܸܠܵܐ ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ ܗܵܘܿ ܕܐܲܚܝܲܢܝ܉ ܢܕܘܼܢ ܒܲܝܢܵܬܲܢ܂
ܘܡܿܢ ܕܚܵܦܲܪ
ܓܘܼܡܵܨܵܐ ܠܚܵܒܼܪܹܗ ܒܩܵܘܡܬܹܗ ܡܡܲܠܸܐ ܠܹܗ܂