І҆рмо́съ:
Irimos:
By life alone we are saved,
And by death destroyed;
For our death was not like theirs,
Nor our life like theirs.
For they that die in sin,
Die unto sin;
But we, having died to sin,
Live unto righteousness.
Through the intercessions of Thy holy servants, O Lord.
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 away: but stretch Thou forth Thy high exalted arm, as a rock to uphold me and save me.
Бе́здна млⷭ҇ти и҆ щедро́тъ ѡ҆бы́де мѧ̀, бл҃гоꙋтро́бнымъ сни́тїемъ твои́мъ: вопло́щьсѧ бо влⷣко, и҆ бы́въ въ ра́бїи зра́цѣ ѡ҆божи́лъ є҆сѝ, съ собо́ю сопросла́вивъ.
The bottomless depth of thy mercies hath encompassed me, O God, by the blessed dream of thy goodness: for thou hast been incarnate, and having been in servitude as a man's likeness, didst sanctify me, glorifying thyself with me.
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 Christ is but a semblance. Thy images are the likenesses of those who have seen the living One in death: they are the signs of Thy defeat, O Death.
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 more gloriously than the dawn, receive Thy suppliants, who have fallen into transgression, and be our advocate.
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 us, O Incarnate One from the heavens, by thy stripes we were healed. Therefore, to Thee we cry: Lift up my soul, O Lover of Mankind.
Ѿверза́ютсѧ тѝ хрⷭ҇тѐ стра́хомъ врата̀ а҆́дѡва, сосꙋ́ды же вра̑жїѧ восхища́ютсѧ: тѣ́мже тѧ̀ жєны̀ срѣто́ша, вмѣ́стѡ печа́ли ра́дость прїи́мшѧ.
Thou hast opened unto Thee the gates of hell with fear; the vessels of thy enemies doth Thou exalt: wherefore those women met Thee, receiving joy instead of sorrow.
И҆́нъ.
And He said:
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 thought concerning Him who, being unchangeable in His divine nature, yet for our sake took on a mortal body, and by an inseparable image became like us, did not yield to the deceit of the flesh.
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 the Refuge, and Bottomless Pit of Wonders, to those who come to Thee with Faith.