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 worketh salvation: for it is fire to him that hath fallen into unworthiness. The Body of Him that is True and Holy doth both sanctify me and feed me; but it is the Spirit that doth sanctify me, and with my spirit feedeth me in a strange manner.