А҆́гг҃ле бж҃їй, храни́телю мо́й ст҃ы́й, живо́тъ мо́й соблюдѝ во стра́сѣ хрⷭ҇та̀ бг҃а, ѹ҆́мъ мо́й ѹ҆твердѝ во и҆́стиннѣмъ пꙋтѝ, и҆ къ любвѝ го́рнѣй ѹ҆ѧзвѝ дꙋ́шꙋ мою̀, да тобо́ю направлѧ́емь, полꙋчꙋ̀ ѿ хрⷭ҇та̀ бг҃а ве́лїю млⷭ҇ть.
O Soul of Mine, O Comforter, keep my steadfast Theotokos, preserve my life in the passion of God, strengthen my spirit in the true way, and make my soul more ardent to love Him, that by thee we may be directed, receiving from the Passion of God great mercy.
И҆ ны́нѣ и҆ при́снѡ и҆ во вѣ́ки вѣкѡ́въ. Ґми́нь.
And now and ever and unto the ages of ages. Amen.
Не ѹ҆молчи́мъ никогда̀ бцⷣе, си̑лы твоѧ̑ глаго́лати недосто́йнїи: а҆́ще бо ты̀ не бы̀ предстоѧ́ла молѧ́щи, кто̀ бы на́съ и҆зба́вилъ ѿ толи́кихъ бѣ́дъ; кто́ же бы сохрани́лъ до ны́нѣ свобо́дны; не ѿстꙋ́пимъ влⷣчце, ѿ тебѐ, твоѧ̑ бо рабы̑ сп҃са́еши при́снѡ ѿ всѧ́кихъ лю́тыхъ.
Not shall we ever be silent, O Power of the Theotokos, speaking Thy mighty words as unworthy ones: for if Thou hadst not stood before in prayer, who then would have delivered us from such great misfortunes; and who would have preserved unto this day our freedom? Not shall we cease to beseech Thee, for Thou art ever the Saviour of Thy servants from all bitter adversities.