Бг҃отворѧ́щꙋю кро́вь ѹ҆жасни́сѧ, человѣ́че, зрѧ̀: Ѻ҆́гнь бо є҆́сть недостѡ́йныѧ попалѧ́ѧй. Бжⷭ҇твенное тѣ́ло и҆ ѡ҆божа́етъ мѧ̀, и҆ пита́етъ: Ѡ҆божа́етъ дꙋ́хъ, ѹ҆́мъ же пита́етъ стра́ннѡ.
O man, thou dost gaze upon the Blood that doth glorify Thee: for it is fire to him that hath fallen into unworthiness. The Body of Him that doth dwell in the heavens doth both sanctify and nourish me; His Spirit doth sanctify, while with my spirit He doth nourish in a strange manner.