І҆рмо́съ:
Irimos:
By life alone we are saved,
And by death we perish;
For life is from Thee, O Lord,
And death Thou hast made for our fall.
Through life we are enlightened,
And through death we are judged;
For life is the gift of Thy mercy,
And death the consequence of sin.
Thou art Life itself, O Lord,
And death hath no power over Thee;
For by Thee we have received life,
And in Thee we shall find rest.
Therefore, let us praise Thee, O Lord,
With compunction of heart and with fear;
For Thou art our Life and our Salvation,
And unto Thee do we lift up our souls.
Ꙗ҆́коже дре́вле бл҃гочести̑выѧ трѝ ѻ҆́троки ѡ҆роси́лъ є҆сѝ въ пла́мени халде́йстѣмъ, свѣ́тлымъ бж҃ества̀ ѻ҆гне́мъ и҆ на́съ ѡ҆зарѝ, бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ, взыва́ющыѧ, бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
As of old the three pious youths Orosil were burned in the flames of Chaldean fire, illumined by the bright divine fire and glorified, blessed art thou, calling out, O Father of our souls.
Раздра́сѧ цр҃ко́внаѧ свѣ́тлаѧ ꙾катапета́сма꙾, въ распѧ́тїи содѣ́телѧ, сокрове́ннꙋю въ писа́нїи ꙗ҆влѧ́ющи вѣ̑рнымъ и҆́стинꙋ, бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ, зовꙋ́щымъ, бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
Blessed art thou, O Master, calling us, Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Прободє́ннымъ твои̑мъ ре́брѡмъ, ка́плѧми бг҃ото́чныѧ животворѧ́щїѧ кро́ве хрⷭ҇тѐ, смотри́тельнѡ ка́плющїѧ на зе́млю, сꙋ́щихъ ѿ землѝ возсозда́лъ є҆сѝ, бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ, зовꙋ́щихъ, бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
Blessed art Thou, O Comforter, Who by Thy ribs, with drops of Thy life-giving blood, didst create those who are from the earth, and blessed art Thou, Who callest us, O Father of our souls.
Трⷪ҇ченъ:
Blessed be Thou, O Lord, our God, and the God of our fathers, from everlasting to everlasting.
Дх҃а бл҃га́го со ѻ҆ц҃е́мъ просла́вимъ, и҆ съ сн҃омъ є҆диноро́днымъ, є҆ди́но въ трїе́хъ вѣ́рнїи чтꙋ́ще нача́ло, и҆ є҆ди́но бж҃ество̀: бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ, зовꙋ́ще, бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, glorifying Thee with Thy glorious Theotokos, and with the unity of spirit, in the beginning and end, one in three persons, one Godhead: Blessed art Thou, calling us, O God, our Father.
И҆́нъ
And He
І҆рмо́съ: Го́рдый мꙋчи́тель.
Virmos: Glory to the Martyr Gordy.
Не про́ста со́лнце на крⷭ҇тѣ̀ ви́сѧща чл҃вѣ́ка, но бг҃а воплоще́нна зрѧ̀ помрача́етсѧ. є҆мꙋ́же и҆ пое́мъ: бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ гдⷭ҇и, бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
Not in vain doth the sun shine upon a man who crieth; but when God Incarnate beholdeth, it is darkened. To Him we sing: Blessed art Thou, O Lord, our God and Saviour.
Крѣ́пкаго бж҃ество́мъ прїе́мъ а҆́дъ страшли́вый, нетлѣ́нїѧ пода́телѧ, дꙋ́шы пра́ведныхъ вопїю́щыѧ и҆зблева̀: бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ гдⷭ҇и, бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
Blessed art thou, O Lord, Father of our spirits, receiving with strong faith the dreadful and eternal gift, given to the just souls crying out from afar: Blessed art thou, God, our Father.
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
The Theotokos:
Сокро́вище многоцѣ́нное бл҃гослове́нїѧ ꙗ҆ви́ласѧ є҆сѝ пречⷭ҇таѧ, чи́стымъ се́рдцемъ тебѐ и҆сповѣ́дающымъ бг҃ороди́тельницꙋ: нб҃о и҆з̾ тебѐ воплоти́сѧ бг҃ъ ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
Blessed be the treasury of inestimable wealth, O Theotokos, who hast confessed with a pure heart Him Who was incarnate for our sake: from thee hath God the Father begotten His Son our Lord.
И҆́нъ.
Andrei.
І҆рмо́съ то́йже
This hymn of that same one.
И҆́же сла́вы гдⷭ҇ь, и҆ держа́й гѡ́рнїѧ си̑лы, и҆́же со ѻ҆ц҃е́мъ сѣдѧ́й, дѣ́вственныма рꙋка́ма носи́мь: бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ гдⷭ҇и, бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, Master of glory, and with Thy holy hands Thou dost bear us: Thou art the Fount of our Virgin Mother.
Ꙗ҆́ра сме́рть, но сїю̀ тебѣ̀ ꙾бесѣ́довавшꙋю꙾погꙋби́лъ є҆сѝ, ѿ дв҃ы бг҃оѷпоста́снаѧ пло́ть бы́въ: бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ гдⷭ҇и, бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
Death, though thou art our foe, yet hast Thou destroyed by Thyself, having taken upon Thee the flesh from the Virgin's womb: Blessed art Thou, O Lord, the Praised of our fathers.
Бцⷣꙋ вси́ тѧ бг҃а ро́ждшꙋю ᲂу҆вѣ́дѣхомъ, є҆ди́наго бо ѿ трⷪ҇цы воплоти́вшагосѧ и҆з̾ тебѐ родила̀ є҆сѝ: бл҃гослове́нъ пречⷭ҇таѧ, пло́дъ твоегѡ̀ чре́ва.
Blessed be Thee, O Theotokos, who didst give birth to God, for Thou alone of all women didst bear Him who from the Virgin was made incarnate: Thy womb is blessed, fruit of Thy womb.