І҆рмо́съ:
Glory to Thee, O Lord, glory to Thee! Glory to Thy Kingdom, glory to Thy Power, glory to Thy Wisdom, glory to Thy Strength, glory to Thy Riches, glory to Thy Honour, glory to Thee who quickenest the dead by Thy Will. Amen.
Хода́тай бг҃ꙋ и҆ человѣ́кѡмъ бы́лъ є҆сѝ хрⷭ҇тѐ бж҃е: тобо́ю бо влⷣко, къ свѣтонача́льникꙋ ѻ҆ц҃ꙋ̀ твоемꙋ̀, ѿ но́щи невѣ́дѣнїѧ, приведе́нїе и҆́мамы.
Pray for us, O Lord, and for all men Thou art the Merciful: by Thee, Master, in the unseen presence of Thy holy Council, bringeth Thou them that are led captive from the night of ignorance.
Ꙗ҆́кѡ ке́дры хрⷭ҇тѐ, ꙗ҆зы́кѡвъ шата́нїе сокрꙋши́лъ є҆сѝ во́лею влⷣко: ꙗ҆́кѡ и҆зво́лилъ є҆сѝ на кѷпарі́сѣ, и҆ на пе́ѵкѣ, и҆ ке́дрѣ, пло́тїю совозвыша́емь.
As the cedars are glorified, so hath the shaking of thy will broken them by thy power: For thou hast willed it upon the cypress and upon the pine and upon the cedar, that they might be exalted in building.
Въ ро́вѣ хрⷭ҇тѐ преиспо́днѣмъ положи́ша тѧ̀ бездыха́нна ме́ртва: но твое́ю ꙗ҆́звою забве́нныѧ мє́ртвыѧ, и҆̀же во гробѣ́хъ спѧ́щыѧ, ᲂу҆ѧ́звенъ съ собо́ю воскр҃си́лъ є҆сѝ.
In the abyss of Hades thou hast laid the lifeless dead: but by thy name forgotten dead, sleeping in the tombs, thou didst awaken with thee and raised them.
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
O Theotokos,
Молѝ сн҃а твоего̀ и҆ гдⷭ҇а, дв҃о чⷭ҇таѧ, на тѧ̀ ᲂу҆пова́ющымъ ми́ръ дарова́ти, плѣнє́ннымъ и҆збавле́нїе, ѿ сопроти́вныхъ настоѧ́нїй.
Pray to Thee, O Lord, and to Thy Holy One, both of them reading, for peace to be given to those who hope in Thee, deliverance to the captives, from the obstinate resistances.
И҆́нъ
And He
І҆рмо́съ:
Irimos:
Thou, O Lord, hast created man in Thine own image and after Thy likeness;
and Thou didst place him upon this earth as a stranger and a sojourner.
For the time is short, and life is but vanity and emptiness,
and all our ways are darkness; yet we know not whither we go.
Thou art the Light of the eyes, O Lord, and in Thee doth man see;
Thou art the Life, O Lord, and to Thee doth man live.
Thou art the Way, O Lord, and by Thee doth man walk;
Thou art the Truth, O Lord, and in Thee doth man find truth.
But we have erred from Thee, O Lord, and our ways are not Thy ways,
and we have gone astray as a wandering sheep.
We have wandered far from Thee, O Lord, and Thou hast sought us with Thy right hand;
Thou hast called us to Thee with the voice of mercy.
Therefore, O Lord, turn not away Thine anger from us,
but have mercy upon us, for we are but dust and ashes.
Thou art our Rock and our Redeemer, O Lord, and in Thee doth our hope rest.
Оу҆́гль и҆са́їи проѧвле́йсѧ, сл҃нце и҆з̾ дѣ́вственныѧ ᲂу҆тро́бы возсїѧ̀, во тьмѣ̀ заблꙋ́ждшымъ, бг҃оразꙋ́мїѧ просвѣще́нїе да́рꙋѧ.
Пости́ти ѿвергі́йсѧ а҆да́мъ, вкꙋша́етъ смертоно́снагѡ дре́ва пе́рвый: но сегѡ̀ грѣ́хъ потреблѧ́етъ, распны́йсѧ вторы́й.
Adam hath tasted the deadly fruit of the first fall; but by this sin is consumed, and the second falls.
Є҆стество́мъ человѣ́ческимъ стра́стенъ же и҆ сме́ртенъ бы́лъ є҆сѝ, и҆́же безстра́стный невеще́ственнымъ бж҃ество́мъ, ѡ҆безтли́вый ᲂу҆мерщвлє́нныѧ хрⷭ҇тѐ, ѿ преиспо́днихъ а҆́довыхъ воскр҃си́лъ є҆сѝ.
By the nature of man he was passioned and mortal, but He, who is without passion in divine immortality, the Undeathful and Incorporeal Jesus Christ, from the depths of hell raised Thee.
И҆́нъ.
And.
І҆рмо́съ то́йже.
Airmos toyeje.
Ѻ҆́блацы весе́лїѧ сла́дость кропи́те сꙋ́щымъ на землѝ: ꙗ҆́кѡ ѻ҆троча̀ даде́сѧ, и҆́же сы́й пре́жде вѣ̑къ, ѿ дв҃ы вопло́щьсѧ бг҃ъ на́шъ.
Bless ye the sweet savour of the drops with the essence upon the earth: For the Son hath given himself, even he that was before the world, to be incarnate of God our Father.
Житїю̀ и҆ пло́ти мое́й свѣ́тъ возсїѧ̀, и҆ дрѧ́хлость грѣха̀ разрꙋшѝ: напослѣ́докъ ѿ дв҃ы без̾ сѣ́мене вопло́щьсѧ вы́шнїй.
By life and flesh of mine, Thy light hath shone, and the bitterness of sin hath been broken: in the end from without seed Thou wast incarnate from on high.