Влⷣко чл҃вѣколю́бче, гдⷭ҇и і҆и҃се хрⷭ҇тѐ бж҃е мо́й, да не въ сꙋ́дъ мѝ бꙋ́дꙋтъ ст҃а̑ѧ сїѧ̑, за є҆́же недосто́йнꙋ мѝ бы́ти: но во ѡ҆чище́нїе и҆ ѡ҆сщ҃е́нїе дꙋши́ же и҆ тѣ́ла, и҆ во ѡ҆брꙋче́нїе бꙋ́дꙋщїѧ жи́зни и҆ црⷭ҇твїѧ. Мнѣ́ же є҆́же прилѣплѧ́тисѧ бг҃ꙋ бл҃го є҆́сть, полага́ти во гдⷭ҇ѣ ѹ҆пова́нїе сп҃се́нїѧ моегѡ̀. И҆ па́ки: 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.
Master of man-loving, O Jesus Christ, my God, do not judge me into the assembly today for that wherein I am unworthy to be: but in the compunction and confession of soul and body, and in the anointing with the oil of future life and glory. To me, however, wherewith Thou wilt enfold me, it is good, to lay hold upon hope of Thy salvation.
Again: The mysteries of Thy evening today, O Saviour, receive me into Thyself: for I will not reveal unto Thine enemies the mystery, nor kiss Thee as Judas did, but as a robber I confess Thee: remember me, O Lord, in Thy glory.