І҆рмо́съ:
O Soul/Spirit, in compunction of heart we cry to Thee:
Thou art our Life, Thou art our Delight, Thou art our Salvation.
Through Thee we are delivered from the delusion and the stranger's power,
From the shame and the spectacle of our creation.
For by Thee we are led to Thy Right Hand, where is the Kingdom of Thy Glory.
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 flame 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 fathers.
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 sheddeth life-giving blood, O Lord, as Thou dost ever pour forth Thy drops upon the earth, creating those who are of the earth anew. Blessed art Thou, O Master, who callest us, O Spirit, our Father's Comforter.
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, together with the Holy Spirit, in the beginning and end, one in essence, one in three Persons, one Godhead: Blessed art Thou, calling us, O God, our Father.
И҆́нъ
And He
І҆рмо́съ: Го́рдый мꙋчи́тель.
Hymn: O Mighty Martyr.
Не про́ста со́лнце на крⷭ҇тѣ̀ ви́сѧща чл҃вѣ́ка, но бг҃а воплоще́нна зрѧ̀ помрача́етсѧ. є҆мꙋ́же и҆ пое́мъ: бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ гдⷭ҇и, бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
Not simply doth the sun shine upon the sinner, 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, our Father, for thy mercies endureth for ever:
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
O 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: in thee shall God, the Framer of our nature, be incarnate.
И҆́нъ.
And Thee.
І҆рмо́съ то́йже
This hymn of the same.
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 Thou sittest on high with Thy holy handmaidens: Blessed is Thou, O God, Father of ours.
Ꙗ҆́ра сме́рть, но сїю̀ тебѣ̀ ꙾бесѣ́довавшꙋю꙾погꙋби́лъ є҆сѝ, ѿ дв҃ы бг҃оѷпоста́снаѧ пло́ть бы́въ: бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ гдⷭ҇и, бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ.
Death, though thou art our enemy, by conversing with thee thou didst destroy us: blessed art thou, O Lord, the God 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, even though Thou wast ever a virgin: for Thou didst bear Him who from the womb of thee sprang forth, being begotten of the Holy Spirit. Thy womb was made both fertile and a tabernacle, O pure Virgin.