А҆́гг҃льскїѧ си̑лы на гро́бѣ твое́мъ, / и҆ стрегꙋ́щїи ѡ҆мертвѣ́ша: / и҆ стоѧ́ше мр҃і́а во гро́бѣ, / и҆́щꙋщи пречⷭ҇тагѡ тѣ́ла твоегѡ̀. / плѣни́лъ є҆сѝ а҆́дъ, не и҆скꙋси́всѧ ѿ негѡ̀: / срѣ́тилъ є҆сѝ дв҃ꙋ да́рꙋѧй живо́тъ. / воскр҃сы́й и҆з̾ ме́ртвыхъ, гдⷭ҇и, сла́ва тебѣ̀.
Angelic powers stood by thy grave,
And watched o'er the dead:
And the Angel of Death stood at thy grave,
Seeking to find thy body.
Thou didst vanquish death, not being tempted by him:
Thou metest Him who giveth life.
Rise from the dead, O Lord, glory be to Thee.
Сла́ва ѻ҆ц҃ꙋ̀ и҆ сн҃ꙋ и҆ ст҃о́мꙋ д¦ꙋ, и҆ ны́нѣ и҆ при́снѡ и҆ во вѣ́ки вѣкѡ́въ. а҆ми́нь.
Glory to Thee, O God, and to Thy Christ, and to Thy Holy Spirit, both now and ever and unto the ages of ages. Amen.
Бг҃оро́диченъ: Бл҃гослове́ннꙋю нарекі́й твою̀ мт҃рь, / прише́лъ є҆сѝ на стрⷭ҇ть во́льнымъ хотѣ́нїемъ, / возсїѧ́въ на крⷭ҇тѣ̀, взыска́ти хотѧ̀ а҆да́ма, / глаго́лѧ а҆́гг҃лѡмъ: сра́дꙋйтесѧ мнѣ̀, / ꙗ҆́кѡ ѡ҆брѣ́тесѧ поги́бшаѧ дра́хма, / всѧ̑ мꙋ́дрѣ ѹ҆стро́ивый бж҃е на́шъ, сла́ва тебѣ̀.
Blessed be thou, O Mother of God:
Thou didst come into the world of thine own free will,
Wearing a crown, to seek back Adam,
Saying unto the angels: Rejoice with me,
For I have found what was lost,
O Wise Artificer of our salvation, glory be to thee.
Та́же стїхосло́вимъ каѳї́смꙋ в҃ и҆ г҃ ѱалти́рѧ, и҆ сѣда́льны по чи́нꙋ и҆́хъ: и҆ пѧтьдесѧ́тый ѱало́мъ.
Therefore, by the stichoslovium we chant and serve God, and according to their rank: and the fiftieth psalm.