Повелѣ́нное та́йнѡ прїе́мъ въ ра́зꙋмѣ, въ кро́вѣ і҆ѡ́сифовѣ тща́нїемъ предста̀ безпло́тный, глаго́лѧ неискꙋсобра́чнѣй: приклони́вый схожде́нїемъ нб҃са̀, вмѣща́етсѧ неизмѣ́ннѡ ве́сь въ тѧ̀. є҆го́же и҆ ви́дѧ въ ложесна́хъ твои́хъ прїе́мша ра́бїй зра́къ, ѹ҆жаса́юсѧ зва́ти тебѣ̀: Ра́дꙋйсѧ невѣ́сто неневѣ́стнаѧ.
Commanded by the hidden mystery, received in the understanding and in the blood of Iosif with eager prayer, it speaks most unerring: Bowing down through the descent of heaven, it remains immutable in thee. And having seen him in thy bridal chambers, trembling she called to thee: Rejoice, bride who art not a bride.