Бꙋ́рю внꙋ́трь и҆мѣ́ѧй помышле́нїй сꙋмни́тельныхъ, пе́тръ ѹ҆топа́ше: ѹ҆зрѣ́въ же во пло́ти тѧ̀ сꙋ́ща і҆и҃се, и҆ по вода́мъ ходѧ́ща, позна̀ тѧ̀ бг҃а и҆́стиннаго, и҆ рꙋ́кꙋ сп҃се́нїѧ полꙋчи́въ, речѐ: Ґллилꙋ́їа.
I put my thoughts into the breast of doubting faith, Peter, and saw in hell itself and by the waters, I recognized the true God and received with my hands, saying: Glory.