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 the blood of Iosif with eager longing, Thou standest before the Uncreated, speaking unspeakably: Bowing down with the Descent of Heaven, Thou art ever present within Thee.
And when He saw Thee in Thy bridal chambers, the servant of God's gaze trembling, cried out to Thee: Rejoice, Bridegroom, not yet wedded.