І҆рмо́съ:
Твоѧ̀ побѣди́тельнаѧ десни́ца бг҃олѣ́пнѡ въ крѣ́пости просла́висѧ: та́ бо безсме́ртне, ꙗ҆́кѡ всемогꙋ́щаѧ, проти̑вныѧ сотрѐ, і҆и҃льтѧнѡмъ пꙋ́ть глꙋбины̀ новосодѣ́лавшаѧ.
Thy victorious right hand, O God, in strength doth glorify Thee: for it is immortal, because mighty, having made the way of the enemy deep and slippery with new waters.
И҆́же рꙋка́ма пречи́стыма ѿ пе́рсти бг҃одѣ́тельнѣ и҆спе́рва созда́въ мѧ̀; рꙋ́цѣ распросте́рлъ є҆сѝ на крⷭ҇тѣ̀, ѿ землѝ взыва́ѧ тлѣ́нное моѐ тѣ́ло, є҆́же ѿ дв҃ы прїѧ́лъ є҆сѝ.
By Thy pure hands, O God, Thou first created me; with Thy stretched-out hand, Thou didst cry to the earth for my corruptible body, which Thou didst receive from dust.
Оу҆мерщвле́нїе под̾ѧ́лъ є҆сѝ менѐ ра́ди, и҆ дꙋ́шꙋ сме́рти пре́далъ є҆сѝ, и҆́же вдохнове́нїемъ бж҃е́ственнымъ дꙋ́шꙋ мѝ вложи́вый, и҆ ѿрѣши́въ вѣ́чныхъ ᲂу҆́зъ, и҆ совоскр҃си́въ нетлѣ́нїемъ просла́вилъ є҆сѝ.
Death hath overcome me, and Thou hast delivered my soul into the dominion of death; but by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit Thou didst place Thy soul within me, and having broken the bonds of everlasting imprisonment, Thou didst raise it up with immortality and glorified Thee.
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
O Theotokos,
Ра́дꙋйсѧ бл҃года́ти и҆сто́чниче. ра́дꙋйсѧ лѣ́ствице, и҆ две́ре нбⷭ҇наѧ, ра́дꙋйсѧ свѣ́щниче, и҆ рꙋ́чко злата́ѧ, и҆ горо̀ несѣко́маѧ, ꙗ҆́же жизнода́вца хрⷭ҇та̀ мі́рови ро́ждшаѧ.
Rejoice O fount of grace. Rejoice O ladder, and door of heaven, Rejoice O candlestick, and hand of gold, and burden not borne, since thou art the bearer of life to the world by thy birth from God.
И҆́нъ канѡ́нъ, крⷭ҇товоскрⷭ҇ный.
And let it be according to the canonical, resurrection-giving precept.
І҆рмо́съ: Хрⷭ҇то́съ ражда́етсѧ:
Hymn: Theotokos doth give birth:
Хрⷭ҇то́съ ѡ҆божа́етъ мѧ̀ воплоща́ѧсѧ, хрⷭ҇то́съ мѧ̀ возно́ситъ смирѧ́ѧсѧ, хрⷭ҇то́съ безстра́стна мѧ̀ содѣ́ловаетъ, стражда̀ жизнода́вецъ є҆стество́мъ пло́ти. тѣ́мже воспѣва́ю бл҃года́рственнꙋю пѣ́снь: ꙗ҆́кѡ просла́висѧ.
Jesus Christ glorifieth me, who was made flesh, Jesus Christ exalteth me, who was made obedient, Jesus Christ, the impassible One, worketh with me, the suffering Life-bearer in my very flesh. Wherefore I sing a thanksgiving hymn: For thou hast shone forth.
Хрⷭ҇то́съ возно́ситъ мѧ̀ распина́емь, хрⷭ҇то́съ совоскреша́етъ мѧ̀ ᲂу҆мерщвлѧ́емь, хрⷭ҇то́съ жи́знь мнѣ̀ да́рꙋетъ. тѣ́мже съ весе́лїемъ рꙋка́ма плеща́ѧ, пою̀ сп҃си́телю побѣ́днꙋю пѣ́снь: ꙗ҆́кѡ просла́висѧ.
Jesus Christ raiseth me up, who was crucified, Jesus Christ bringeth me to life, who was dead, Jesus Christ giveth me life, who was dead. Therefore with joyful hands I pour forth this victory song, praising my Saviour: For Thou hast glorified.
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
O Theotokos,
Бг҃а дв҃о зачала̀ є҆сѝ, хрⷭ҇та́ же въ дв҃ствѣ родила̀ є҆сѝ и҆з̾ тебѐ вопло́щшасѧ пречⷭ҇таѧ, є҆ди́наго ѵ҆поста́сїю є҆диноро́днаго, во двою́ же сꙋщєствꙋ̀ познава́емаго сн҃а: ꙗ҆́кѡ просла́висѧ.
God the Father begat Thee, and the Theotokos brought Thee forth in the womb, and Thou wast incarnate, transcending nature, of one Substance with the Father, known in two Essences: that Thou mightest be glorified.
И҆́нъ канѡ́нъ, прест҃ѣ́й бцⷣѣ.
And let us bless the throne of the Theotokos.
Пѣ́снь а҃, гла́съ то́йже. І҆рмо́съ: Твоѧ̀ побѣди́тельнаѧ:
Кꙋ́ю тѝ досто́йнꙋю пѣ́снь на́ше принесе́тъ неможе́нїе; то́чїю ѡ҆бра́довательнꙋю, є҆́йже на́съ гаврїи́лъ та́йнѡ наꙋчи́лъ є҆́сть: ра́дꙋйсѧ бцⷣе дв҃о, мт҃и неневѣ́стнаѧ.
Thou, O Theotokos, dost worthy song bring us, impossible to sing; truly persuasive, by which Thou didst teach us the hidden mysteries: Rejoice, O Lady, with Thy Bridegroom, maid without wedlock.
Приснодв҃ѣ и҆ мт҃ри цр҃ѧ̀ вы́шнихъ си́лъ, ѿ чистѣ́йша се́рдца вѣ́рнїи дꙋхо́внѣ возопїи́мъ: ра́дꙋйсѧ бцⷣе дв҃о, мт҃и неневѣ́стнаѧ.
O Ever-virgin Theotokos, with hearts pure and faithful spirits we cry to thee: Rejoice, O Lady of heaven, and our spotless Bride.
Безмѣ́рнаѧ бе́здна твоегѡ̀ непостижи́магѡ ржⷭ҇тва̀ всечⷭ҇таѧ, вѣ́рою несꙋмнѣ́нною ᲂу҆́бѡ чи́стѣ прино́симъ тѝ глаго́люще: ра́дꙋйсѧ бцⷣе дв҃о, мт҃и неневѣ́стнаѧ.
O boundless depth of Thy unsearchable joy, O All-creating One, with an undoubting faith we bring Thee our pure offering, saying: Rejoice, O Bridegroom, Thou the Second Person, and Thy Most Pure Bride.