І҆рмо́съ:
Glory to Thee, O Lord, glory to Thee!
Бе́здна послѣ́днѧѧ грѣхѡ́въ ѡ҆бы́де мѧ̀, и҆ и҆счеза́етъ дꙋ́хъ мо́й: но простры́й влⷣко высо́кꙋю твою̀ мы́шцꙋ, ꙗ҆́кѡ петра́ мѧ ᲂу҆пра́вителю сп҃сѝ.
The bottomless pit of sins hath overborne me, and my spirit is vanished away: but stretch Thou forth Thy high might, O Master, as a rock to uphold me.
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 taken flesh, Thou didst become a servant in the likeness, and by Thy obedience Thou didst redeem us, glorifying Thee with Thee.
Оу҆мерщвле́нїе под̾ѧ́тъ ᲂу҆мертви́тель, ᲂу҆мерщвле́наго ѡ҆живле́нно ви́дѧ: твоегѡ̀ воскрⷭ҇нїѧ сі́и сꙋ́ть хрⷭ҇тѐ ѡ҆́бразы, и҆ стрⷭ҇ти твоеѧ̀ пречⷭ҇тыѧ побѣди́тєльнаѧ.
Death, O Death, wherein thou hast been slain; though thou hast been slain, O Death, thou hast the victory: thy conquest of the Resurrection of Thee are the images of Thy glorious appearing, and Thy mighty conquest shall subdue thee.
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
O Theotokos,
Пречⷭ҇таѧ, ꙗ҆́же є҆ди́на созда́телю и҆ человѣ́кѡмъ, па́че ᲂу҆ма̀ и҆схода́таившаѧ, сн҃а твоего̀ млⷭ҇тива прегрѣ́шшымъ рабѡ́мъ твои̑мъ, и҆ побо́рника бы́ти, помоли́сѧ.
Praying, where Thou alone art Creator and made man, surpassing all that goeth forth from thee, with thy prayer for sinful thy servants, and as Victor, pray thou.
И҆́нъ
And He
І҆рмо́съ: Селе́нїѧ і҆ѡ́на.
Irimos: Selēninya.
Ра́нами ты̀ и҆скꙋси́всѧ, ѿ а҆́да ᲂу҆ра́неныхъ, стрⷭ҇тїю крⷭ҇та̀ совоскр҃си́лъ є҆сѝ. тѣ́мже тѝ зовꙋ̀: возведѝ ѿ тлѝ живо́тъ мо́й, чл҃вѣколю́бче.
By dawn thou hast tried them, O Incarnate One, from the heavens and the spirits; by thy stripes we were healed, O Lover of Mankind. Therefore I cry to Thee: Exalt me from this life, O Lover of Man.
Ѿверза́ютсѧ тѝ хрⷭ҇тѐ стра́хомъ врата̀ а҆́дѡва, сосꙋ́ды же вра̑жїѧ восхища́ютсѧ: тѣ́мже тѧ̀ жєны̀ срѣто́ша, вмѣ́стѡ печа́ли ра́дость прїи́мшѧ.
Verily thou, O Lord, dost open the gates with thy fear; but the vessels of thy enemies are taken away: therefore those women met thee, receiving joy instead of sorrow.
И҆́нъ.
And Œn.
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, from the immortal powers, and by a form inseparable in likeness having become a thing of nothingness, not to have been weakened by the humanity.
Бе́здны грѣхѡ́въ, и҆ бꙋ́ри страсте́й пречⷭ҇таѧ и҆зба́ви мѧ̀: є҆си́ бо приста́нище, и҆ бе́здна чꙋде́съ, вѣ́рою притека́ющымъ къ тебѣ̀.
Oftentimes sins, and storms of passions overwhelming me, deliver me: for thou art a refuge, and bottomless fountain of wonders, unto those who come to thee with faith.