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 as a Sainted one: not because I am an enemy to Thy mysteries, nor do I give them to a glutton, but to a robber and penitent I confess myself: remember me whereunto in Thy Kingdom.