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.
Angels' powers on thy grave,
And keeping watch, made it deathless:
And standing there, the dead,
Seeking the precious body of thine.
Thou didst enslave death, not being tried by him:
Thou mettest two, giving 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 the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, and 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 freely of thy will,
Wearing a crown, seeking to recover 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 stichosloviam caesym we shall sing, and sedally according to their rank: and the fiftieth psalm.