Ви́дѧщи ст҃а́ѧ себѐ въ чⷭ҇тотѣ̀, глаго́летъ гаврїи́лꙋ де́рзостнѡ: пресла́вное твоегѡ̀ гла́са неꙋдобопрїѧ́тельно дꙋшѝ мое́й ꙗ҆влѧ́етсѧ: безсѣ́меннагѡ бо зача́тїѧ ржⷭ҇тво̀ ка́кѡ глаго́леши, зовы́й: Ґллилꙋ́їа.
Seeing himself in the holy one, Gabriel speaks boldly: Most glorious voice of Thee does not please my soul exceedingly: for without seed was conceived the conception as Thou hast said, calling: Hail, full of grace.