Конда́къ, гла́съ в҃:
Blessed is the man who hath not walked in the counsel of the wicked,
Nor stood in the way of sinners,
Nor sat in the seat of the scornful.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
And in His law doth he meditate day and night.
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
That bringeth forth its fruit in its season;
Whose leaf also shall not wither;
And whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Therefore hath the Lord blessed him:
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the wicked,
Nor standeth in the way of sinners,
Nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
And in His law doth he meditate day and night.
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
That bringeth forth its fruit in its season;
Whose leaf also shall not wither;
And whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
For thus saith the Lord:
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the wicked,
Nor standeth in the way of sinners,
Nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
And in His law doth he meditate day and night.
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
That bringeth forth its fruit in its season;
Whose leaf also shall not wither;
And whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Amen.
Воскрⷭ҇лъ є҆сѝ ѿ гро́ба всеси́льне сп҃се, и҆ а҆́дъ ви́дѣвъ чꙋ́до, ᲂу҆жасе́сѧ, и҆ ме́ртвїи воста́ша: тва́рь же ви́дѧщи сра́дꙋетсѧ тебѣ̀, и҆ а҆да́мъ свесели́тсѧ, и҆ мі́ръ сп҃се мо́й воспѣва́етъ тѧ̀ при́снѡ.
Raising Thee from the grave with mighty power, and Hell saw a wonder, and was amazed; the dead arose: and those who saw Thy face rejoiced in Thee, and man rejoiced, and my world praises Thee evermore.
І҆́косъ:
Hymn:
Ты̀ є҆сѝ свѣ́тъ ѡ҆мрачє́ннымъ, ты̀ є҆сѝ воскрⷭ҇нїе всѣ́хъ, и҆ живо́тъ человѣ́кѡвъ, и҆ всѣ́хъ совоскр҃си́лъ є҆сѝ, сме́ртнꙋю держа́вꙋ сп҃се разо́рь, и҆ а҆́дѡва врата̀ сокрꙋши́вый сло́ве: и҆ ме́ртвїи ви́дѣвше чꙋ́до чꙋдѧ́хꙋсѧ, и҆ всѧ́ка тва́рь сра́дꙋетсѧ ѡ҆ воскр҃се́нїи твое́мъ чл҃вѣколю́бче. тѣ́мже и҆ всѝ сла́вимъ и҆ пое́мъ твоѐ снизхожде́нїе, и҆ мі́ръ сп҃се мо́й, воспѣва́етъ тѧ̀ при́снѡ.
Thou art the Light enshrouded, Thou art the Resurrection of all, and the Life of men; Thou didst raise to life all, holding in Thy deathly power, smiting the gates of Hades with Thy Word: and the dead beheld a wonder of wonders, and every creature rejoiceth at Thy resurrection, O Lover of Mankind. Wherefore we all glorify Thee and sing Thy descent, and my soul doth praise Thee for Thy glorious Resurrection.