Досто́йно є҆́сть, ꙗ҆́кѡ вои́стиннꙋ, / бл҃жи́ти тѧ̀ бцⷣꙋ, / приснобл҃же́ннꙋю и҆ пренепоро́чнꙋю, / и҆ мт҃рь бг҃а на́шегѡ. / чⷭ҇тнѣ́йшꙋю херꙋв‡мъ, / и҆ сла́внѣйшꙋю без̾ сравне́нїѧ сераф‡мъ, / без̾ и҆стлѣ́нїѧ бг҃а сло́ва ро́ждшꙋю, / сꙋ́щꙋю бцⷣꙋ тѧ̀ велича́емъ.
It is meet, yea, truly meet,
To bless Thee, O Theotokos,
Hallowed and blameless,
And Mother of God our King.
Most glorious among the Cherubim,
And more radiant than the Seraphim,
Born of God's uncreated Word,
Whom we glorify with reverence.