Бг҃ото́чною кро́вїю, ꙗ҆́коже и҆скꙋпи́лъ є҆сѝ на́съ дре́вле ѿ зако́нныѧ клѧ́твы і҆и҃се, си́це и҆змѝ на́съ ѿ сѣ́ти, є҆́юже ѕмі́й запѧ́тъ ны̀ страстьмѝ плотски́ми, и҆ блꙋ́днымъ наважде́нїемъ, и҆ ѕлы́мъ ѹ҆ны́нїемъ, вопїю́щыѧ тѝ: Ґллилꙋ́їа.
By the precious Blood of Thee, O Theotokos, which Thou didst sprinkle upon us anciently from the bonds of lawful oaths, even so dost Thou now deliver us from the nets, wherein sin's cords have entangled us through fleshly passions, and by vain deceptions, crying to Thee: Gloria.