І҆рмо́съ:
O Soul/Spirit, being led captive by the adversary, groan in compunction and tenderness of heart, for thou art a stranger in this world; and let not thy hope be in vain things, but in Him who is the Creator of all. For He hath given thee authority over many works, that through them thou mightest attain unto life eternal. Therefore, with fear and trembling, serve Him who is mighty and merciful, that thou mayst receive from His hand the crown of righteousness. Amen.
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 overthrown me, and my spirit is vanished: 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 One: having taken flesh, Thou didst abide in lowliness, and by Thy obedience Thou didst redeem the image, glorifying it 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, behold the things that have been made alive by thy resurrection: these are Thy images, and by Thy victory hath triumphed over 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, Creator and Man, hast come forth, O Lord, by Thy own will having fallen into transgression, Thine servants, beseech Thee to be our adversary.
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 didst tempt, O Incarnate One, the dwellers of hell; with Thy stripes Thou didst raise to life those who were dead. Wherefore I cry to Thee: Exalt me from the depths of my life, O Lover of Mankind.
Ѿверза́ютсѧ тѝ хрⷭ҇тѐ стра́хомъ врата̀ а҆́дѡва, сосꙋ́ды же вра̑жїѧ восхища́ютсѧ: тѣ́мже тѧ̀ жєны̀ срѣто́ша, вмѣ́стѡ печа́ли ра́дость прїи́мшѧ.
Thou dost open the gates of fear, O Jesus Christ, while the vessels of the enemies are lifted up: therefore those women met Thee, receiving joy instead of sorrow.
И҆́нъ.
And Thee.
І҆рмо́съ то́йже
This hymn of the same.
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 immortal things, having the unseparable image of the Fainthearted One, having become a thing of nought, man did not yield to the deceit.
Бе́здны грѣхѡ́въ, и҆ бꙋ́ри страсте́й пречⷭ҇таѧ и҆зба́ви мѧ̀: є҆си́ бо приста́нище, и҆ бе́здна чꙋде́съ, вѣ́рою притека́ющымъ къ тебѣ̀.
O Lord, and Thou Sea of Sins, and Storms of Passions, save me: for Thou art a Refuge, and Sea of Wonders, to those who come to Thee with Faith.