Си́ла вы́шнѧгѡ ѡ҆сѣнѝ тогда̀ къ зача́тїю браконеискꙋ́снꙋю, и҆ бл҃гоплѡ́днаѧ тоѧ̀ ложесна̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ село̀ показа̀ сла́дкое, всѣ̑мъ хотѧ́щымъ жа́ти сп҃се́нїе, внегда̀ пѣ́ти си́це: Ґллилꙋ́їа.
Power from on high then descended upon the deceit of marriage, and the fruitful womb, for as the land showed a sweet harvest to all who wished to gather, so it sang thus: Glory be to Thee.