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.
Бе́здна послѣ́днѧѧ грѣхѡ́въ ѡ҆бы́де мѧ̀, и҆ и҆счеза́етъ дꙋ́хъ мо́й: но простры́й влⷣко высо́кꙋю твою̀ мы́шцꙋ, ꙗ҆́кѡ петра́ мѧ ᲂу҆пра́вителю сп҃сѝ.
Without end, O last abyss of sins, I have dwelt in it, and my spirit has vanished away: but stretch Thou forth Thy high might, as a rock to uphold me, that I may be saved by Thee.
Бе́здна млⷭ҇ти и҆ щедро́тъ ѡ҆бы́де мѧ̀, бл҃гоꙋтро́бнымъ сни́тїемъ твои́мъ: вопло́щьсѧ бо влⷣко, и҆ бы́въ въ ра́бїи зра́цѣ ѡ҆божи́лъ є҆сѝ, съ собо́ю сопросла́вивъ.
Infinite depth of mercy and goodness hath encompassed me, O Merciful: having been incarnate, Thou didst suffer in servitude for the sake of the image, and with Thee glorified.
Оу҆мерщвле́нїе под̾ѧ́тъ ᲂу҆мертви́тель, ᲂу҆мерщвле́наго ѡ҆живле́нно ви́дѧ: твоегѡ̀ воскрⷭ҇нїѧ сі́и сꙋ́ть хрⷭ҇тѐ ѡ҆́бразы, и҆ стрⷭ҇ти твоеѧ̀ пречⷭ҇тыѧ побѣди́тєльнаѧ.
Death, O Death, wherein thou hast been vanquished, behold the images of thy resurrection: these are Thy trophies, O Conqueror.
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
O Theotokos,
Пречⷭ҇таѧ, ꙗ҆́же є҆ди́на созда́телю и҆ человѣ́кѡмъ, па́че ᲂу҆ма̀ и҆схода́таившаѧ, сн҃а твоего̀ млⷭ҇тива прегрѣ́шшымъ рабѡ́мъ твои̑мъ, и҆ побо́рника бы́ти, помоли́сѧ.
Pray, O Creator and Redeemer of man, who hast come forth more bright than the morning, that for Thy supplications, O Lord, Thou wouldst be our avenger and intercessor.
И҆́нъ
And He
І҆рмо́съ: Селе́нїѧ і҆ѡ́на.
Irimos: Selēnía iōna.
Ра́нами ты̀ и҆скꙋси́всѧ, ѿ а҆́да ᲂу҆ра́неныхъ, стрⷭ҇тїю крⷭ҇та̀ совоскр҃си́лъ є҆сѝ. тѣ́мже тѝ зовꙋ̀: возведѝ ѿ тлѝ живо́тъ мо́й, чл҃вѣколю́бче.
By thy temptations, O Lover of Man, thou didst overcome the fallen angels and by thy crucifixion didst give life to those who were dead. Wherefore I cry to thee: Exalt me from this earthly life, O Lover of Man.
Ѿверза́ютсѧ тѝ хрⷭ҇тѐ стра́хомъ врата̀ а҆́дѡва, сосꙋ́ды же вра̑жїѧ восхища́ютсѧ: тѣ́мже тѧ̀ жєны̀ срѣто́ша, вмѣ́стѡ печа́ли ра́дость прїи́мшѧ.
Thou dost open the gates of hell with fear, and the vessels of thy enemies thou dost lift up: therefore those women met thee, receiving joy instead of sorrow.
И҆́нъ.
And Thee.
І҆рмо́съ то́йже
This hymn of that same one.
Воѡбража́етсѧ є҆́же по на́мъ, ѿ нетлѣ́нныѧ дв҃ы, и҆́же ꙾ѡ҆́бразомъ неразлꙋ́чный꙾ ѡ҆́бразомъ бы́въ и҆ ве́щїю, не прело́жсѧ бж҃ество́мъ человѣ́къ.
It is imagined concerning us, O God, that from the imperishable Dwellings, and by an unseparable Likeness having become a thing of nought, Man did not undergo corruption.
Бе́здны грѣхѡ́въ, и҆ бꙋ́ри страсте́й пречⷭ҇таѧ и҆зба́ви мѧ̀: є҆си́ бо приста́нище, и҆ бе́здна чꙋде́съ, вѣ́рою притека́ющымъ къ тебѣ̀.
O Lord, the depth of sins, and storms of passions overwhelming me: Thou art a refuge, O depth of wonders, to those who draw nigh to Thee with faith.