Ве́чери твоеѧ̀ та́йныѧ дне́сь, сн҃е бж҃їй, прича́стника мѧ̀ прїимѝ: не бо̀ врагѡ́мъ твои̑мъ та́йнꙋ повѣ́мъ, ни лобза́нїѧ тѝ да́мъ ꙗ҆́кѡ і҆ꙋ́да, но ꙗ҆́кѡ разбо́йникъ и҆сповѣ́даю тѧ̀: помѧни́ мѧ, гдⷭ҇и, во црⷭ҇твїи твое́мъ.
Everest are Thy mysteries of today, O God, for me Thou dost receive the Consubstantiation: for I do not wish to reveal Thy mysteries to my enemies, nor would I give them over to thieves, but as a rebel and penitent I confess: remember me whereunto in Thy Kingdom.