Въ сꙋббѡ́тꙋ ве́чера, на ма́лѣй вече́рни, на Гдⷭ҇и воззва́хъ, стїхи̑ры воскре́сны ѻ҆смогла́сника.
On the Sabbath evening, at the Little Evening, to the Lord I cried out, with the Resurrection stichera of the Semiglottal.
Чⷭ҇тны́мъ твои́мъ крⷭ҇то́мъ хрⷭ҇тѐ, дїа́вола посрами́лъ є҆сѝ, и҆ воскрⷭ҇нїемъ твои́мъ жа́ло грѣхо́вное притꙋпи́лъ є҆сѝ, и҆ сп҃слъ є҆си́ ны ѿ вра́тъ сме́ртныхъ: сла́вимъ тѧ̀ є҆диноро́дне.
By Thy holy Word, O Lord, Thou hast confounded the devil, and by Thy Resurrection Thou hast dulled the sinful sting, and hast raised us from the gates of death: we glorify Thee, only-begotten.
Воскрⷭ҇нїе даѧ́й ро́дꙋ человѣ́ческомꙋ: ꙗ҆́кѡ ѻ҆вча̀ на заколе́нїе веде́сѧ: ᲂу҆страши́шасѧ сегѡ̀ кнѧ́зи а҆́дстїи, и҆ взѧ́шасѧ врата̀ плачє́внаѧ. вни́де бо цр҃ь сла́вы хрⷭ҇то́съ, глаго́лѧ сꙋ́щымъ во ᲂу҆́захъ, и҆зыди́те: и҆ сꙋ́щымъ во тьмѣ̀, ѿкры́йтесѧ.
Risen Thou, giving life to the human race:
Because thou didst pray on thy knees:
Thou didst terrify those kings of hell,
And tookst for thyself the gates of weeping.
For entering into the King's glory,
Hast spoken to them in bonds, saying: Go forth;
And to them in darkness, hast opened.
Ве́лїе чꙋ́до, неви́димыхъ содѣ́тель, за чл҃вѣколю́бїе пло́тїю пострада́въ, воскр҃се безсме́ртный. прїиди́те ѻ҆те́чєствїѧ ꙗ҆зы̑къ, томꙋ̀ поклони́мсѧ: бл҃гоꙋтро́бїемъ бо є҆гѡ̀ ѿ пре́лести и҆зба́вльшесѧ, въ трїе́хъ ѵ҆поста́сѣхъ є҆ди́наго бг҃а пѣ́ти навыко́хомъ.
O Wonderworking, co-operating with the Invisible, having suffered in the flesh for love of man, Thou hast risen immortal. Come, let us worship Thy grace: for by Thy spiritual deception Thou didst deliver us, and having become skilled in three Persons of One God to sing Thee hymns.
Сла́ва, и҆ ны́нѣ, бг҃оро́диченъ:
Glory, and now, O Theotokos:
Бг҃олѣ́пнꙋю и҆ чⷭ҇тнꙋ́ю ѻ҆трокови́цꙋ почти́мъ, пречⷭ҇тнꙋ́ю херꙋві́мѡвъ: содѣ́тель бо всѣ́хъ вочл҃вѣ́читисѧ восхотѣ́вый, въ тꙋ́ю всели́сѧ неизрече́ннѡ. ѽ стра́нныхъ веще́й, и҆ пресла́вныхъ та́инствъ! кто̀ не ᲂу҆диви́тсѧ ѡ҆ се́мъ внꙋши́вый, ꙗ҆́кѡ бг҃ъ человѣ́къ быва́етъ, и҆ преложе́нїе въ не́мъ не бѣ̀; и҆ дв҃ства врата̀ про́йде, и҆ ᲂу҆мале́нїе въ не́мъ не ѡ҆ста́висѧ, ꙗ҆́коже прⷪ҇ро́къ глаго́летъ: человѣ́къ сїѧ̑ не про́йдетъ когда̀, то́кмѡ є҆ди́нъ гдⷭ҇ь бг҃ъ і҆и҃левъ, и҆мѣ́ѧй ве́лїю млⷭ҇ть.
O most merciful and pure Virgin, most glorious and holy: for thou hast willed to be the companion of the Cherubim; for thou hast become a co-heir with all things by thy desire, having entered into this ineffable mystery. O from strange things and marvellous mysteries! Who shall not wonder at that which is inspired, since man becomes God, and the transformation in him is not lost; and he passes through the double gates and diminishment does not cease in him, as the prophecy says: "Man shall not pass hence when once he has received Thee, O Lord Jesus Christ, having taken upon Him great mercy."