І҆рмо́съ:
Glory to Thee, O Lord, glory to Thee! For Thou art life (живот) from all eternity; Thou art the beginning and the end of every creature (тварь), the first and the last. Glory to Thee, O Lord, glory to Thee!
Ѡ҆бы́де на́съ послѣ́днѧѧ бе́здна, нѣ́сть и҆збавлѧ́ѧй, вмѣни́хомсѧ ꙗ҆́кѡ ѻ҆́вцы заколе́нїѧ, сп҃сѝ лю́ди твоѧ̑, бж҃е на́шъ: ты́ бо крѣ́пость немощствꙋ́ющихъ и҆ и҆справле́нїе.
O having us for the last abyss, there is none to deliver us; we have fallen prostrate as sheep, O People of Thy people, God our King: for Thou art the strength of the feeble and the correction.
Согрѣше́нїемъ первозда́ннагѡ гдⷭ҇и, лю́тѣ ᲂу҆ѧзви́хомсѧ, ра́ною же и҆сцѣли́хомсѧ твое́ю, є҆́юже за ны̀ ᲂу҆ѧзви́лсѧ є҆сѝ хрⷭ҇тѐ: ты́ бо крѣ́пость немощствꙋ́ющихъ и҆ и҆справле́нїе.
By the sin of the uncreated Word of God, we have become fierce and cruel; but by Thy early healing, O Lord, Thou hast healed us, for whom Thou didst suffer cruelly: for Thou art the strength of the weak and the correction thereof.
Возве́лъ ны̀ є҆сѝ и҆з̾ а҆́да гдⷭ҇и, ки́та ᲂу҆би́въ всеѧ́дца, всеси́льне, твое́ю держа́вою низложи́въ тогѡ̀ си́лꙋ: ты́ бо живо́тъ, и҆ свѣ́тъ є҆сѝ, и҆ воскрⷭ҇нїе.
Exalted hath Thou, O Lord, from the grave, the One Who slew all-devouring Death, with Thy mighty power Thou didst subdue His strength: for Thou art Life, and Light, and Resurrection.
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
O Theotokos,
Веселѧ́тсѧ ѡ҆ тебѣ̀ дв҃о пречⷭ҇таѧ, ро́да на́шегѡ пра́ѻтцы, є҆де́мъ воспрїе́мше тобо́ю, є҆го́же престꙋпле́нїемъ погꙋби́ша: ты́ бо чⷭ҇таѧ, и҆ пре́жде ржⷭ҇тва̀, и҆ по ржⷭ҇твѣ̀ є҆сѝ.
Rejoice with Thee, O Lord, two generations of our forefathers, who have received Thy wheat and by their transgression have destroyed it: for Thou art the Wheat, and before Thee was the harvest, and from the harvest Thou art.
И҆́нъ І҆рмо́съ: И҆з̾ ᲂу҆тро́бы і҆ѡ́нꙋ:
And in the morning of His life:
Оу҆́мъ сы́й безстра́стенъ и҆ невеще́ственъ, примѣша́етсѧ хрⷭ҇то́съ бг҃ъ человѣ́ческомꙋ ᲂу҆мꙋ̀, хода́тайствꙋющемꙋ бж҃е́ственнымъ є҆стество́мъ, пло́ти же дебельство́мъ, и҆ всемꙋ̀ мнѣ̀ непрело́женъ весьма̀ соедини́сѧ: да сп҃се́нїе всемꙋ̀ мнѣ̀ па́дшемꙋ пода́стъ распина́емь.
Па́даетъ прельсти́всѧ а҆да́мъ, и҆ ꙾запѧ́выйсѧ сокрꙋша́етсѧ꙾, наде́ждою ѡ҆бо́лганъ сы́й дре́вле ѡ҆боже́нїѧ: но востае́тъ соедине́нїемъ сло́ва ѡ҆божа́емь, и҆ стра́стїю безстра́стїе прїе́млетъ, на прⷭ҇то́лѣ ꙗ҆́кѡ сн҃ъ сла́витсѧ, сѣдѧ́й со ѻ҆ц҃е́мъ же и҆ дх҃омъ.
Falling into spiritual deception, Adam, groaning and sighing, is crushed; hoping in the ancient confession of faith: but he rises by the union of the holy word, and by passionless suffering receives it, for on the throne shall he be glorified, sitting with the Father and the Spirit.
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
O Theotokos,
Нѣ́дръ не ѿстꙋ́пль безнача́льна роди́телѧ, въ нѣ́дрѣхъ чⷭ҇тыѧ ѻ҆трокови́цы водворѧ́етсѧ, и҆ быва́етъ, и҆́же пре́жде безма́теренъ, без̾ ѻ҆ц҃а̀ воплоща́емый, и҆́же пра́вдою црⷭ҇твꙋѧй бг҃ъ: сегѡ̀ неродосло́венъ стра́шный ро́дъ и҆ неизрече́ненъ.
From the depths hath not departed the unoriginated Father, in the depths dwelling doth He establish the Virgin's offspring, and wherefore before motherless, without a father, is He made incarnate, and by righteousness doth He bear witness to God: this wondrous birth, this ineffable generation.
И҆́нъ І҆рмо́съ: Ѡ҆бы́де на́съ:
And Irmos: Let us stand.
Предстоѧ́тъ раболѣ́пнѣ ржⷭ҇твꙋ̀ твоемꙋ̀ чи́ни нбⷭ҇нїи, дивѧ́щесѧ досто́йнѡ твоемꙋ̀ безсѣ́менномꙋ рождествꙋ̀ приснодв҃о: ты́ бо чⷭ҇таѧ, и҆ пре́жде ржⷭ҇тва̀, и҆ по ржⷭ҇твѣ̀ є҆сѝ.
Servants of the Lord stand before Thy holy mystery, marvelling at Thy pure and ever-virgin Conception: for Thou didst receive the gift, even before the gift, and by the gift.
Воплоти́сѧ пре́жде сы́й безпло́тенъ, сло́во и҆з̾ тебѐ пречⷭ҇таѧ, всѧ́чєскаѧ во́лею творѧ́й, безтѣле́сныхъ вѡ́инства приведы́й ѿ небытїѧ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ всеси́ленъ.
Thou didst become Incarnate before the ages, Word proceeding from Thee by Thy Will, creating all things by Thy power, bringing forth without body the hosts of immortals from non-existence, for Thou art All-powerful.
Оу҆мерщвле́нъ бы́сть вра́гъ живоно́снымъ твои́мъ плодо́мъ бг҃облагода́тнаѧ: и҆ попра́нъ бы́сть а҆́дъ проѧвле́ннѣ, и҆ и҆̀же во ᲂу҆́захъ свободи́хомсѧ. тѣ́мже вопїю̀: стра̑сти разрꙋшѝ се́рдца моегѡ̀.
Be thou slain, O Enemy, by the fruit of Thy life-giving Incarnation, O God-blessed One; and let the Adversary be uncovered, and in whom we have been set free. Therefore I cry: O Breaker of the heart's passions.