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 our foe.
Through Thee, O Life-giving One,
We have understanding of life;
And through death, O Death-conquering One,
We are delivered from the devil.
Thou art the Life, and Thou art the Resurrection:
To Thee do we cry with one voice:
Grant us Thy peace, O Good One.
Но́вое чꙋ́до и҆ бг҃олѣ́пное, дв҃и́ческꙋю бо две́рь затворе́нꙋю ꙗ҆́вѣ прохо́дитъ гдⷭ҇ь, на́гъ во вхо́дѣ, и҆ плотоно́сецъ ꙗ҆ви́сѧ во и҆схо́дѣ бг҃ъ, и҆ пребыва́етъ две́рь затворе́на: сїю̀ неизрече́ннѡ, ꙗ҆́кѡ бг҃омт҃рь велича́емъ.
But a new wonder and God-wondrous thing: for the Lord passeth through the closed door of the double doors, naked at the entrance, and the bearer of the cross hangeth in the exit of God, and the door remaineth shut: this ineffable, as we glorify the Theotokos.
Стра́шно є҆́сть зрѣ́ти тебѐ творца̀ на дре́вѣ воздви́жена сло́ве бж҃їй, пло́тски же стра́ждꙋща бг҃а за рабы̑, и҆ во гро́бѣ бездыха́нна лежа́ща, мє́ртвыѧ же и҆з̾ а҆́да разрѣши́вша: тѣ́мже тѧ̀ хрⷭ҇тѐ, ꙗ҆́кѡ всеси́льна велича́емъ.
It is fearful to behold Thee, O Creator, raised upon the cross by Thy own Word, yet suffering in the flesh for Thy servants, and lying lifeless in the tomb; Thou who hast even raised the dead from Hades: therefore do we glorify Thee, because of Thy mighty power.
И҆з̾ тлѝ сме́ртныѧ сп҃слъ є҆сѝ хрⷭ҇тѐ пра́ѻтцы, положе́нъ бы́въ во гро́бѣ ме́ртвъ, и҆ живо́тъ процвѣ́лъ є҆сѝ, мє́ртвыѧ воскр҃си́въ, рꙋководи́въ є҆стество̀ человѣ́ческое ко свѣ́тꙋ, и҆ въ бж҃е́ственное ѡ҆бле́къ нетлѣ́нїе. тѣ́мже и҆сто́чника тѧ̀ свѣ́та при́снѡ жива́гѡ велича́емъ.
From the depths of death thou hast been delivered, O Saviour, being laid in the tomb dead, and life didst flourish, rising from the dead, guiding the human nature to light, and putting on incorruptible glory. Therefore we magnify thee, Source of eternal Light.
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
O Theotokos,
Хра́мъ и҆ прⷭ҇то́лъ ꙗ҆ви́ласѧ є҆сѝ бж҃їй, во́ньже всели́сѧ и҆́же въ вы́шнихъ сы́й, рожде́йсѧ неискꙋсомꙋ́жнѡ всечⷭ҇таѧ, пло́ти твоеѧ̀ не ѿве́рзъ всѧ́чески врата̀. тѣ́мже непреста́нными чⷭ҇таѧ мл҃твами твои́ми, ꙗ҆зы́ки ва̑рварскїѧ ско́рѡ до конца̀ покорѝ.
Temple and Theotokos glorified Thee, O Virgin, in the high places where Thou didst dwell, having been conceived without sin by Thy pure flesh, not overturning with all Thy doors whatsoever. Wherefore, through ceaseless prayers of Thine, O Master, the tongues of barbarians quickly to the end were subdued.
И҆́нъ
And He
І҆рмо́съ: Сла́дкою пречⷭ҇тагѡ твоегѡ̀ ржⷭ҇тва̀.
Irmos: Sweet is the fragrance of Thy Incense.
Че́сть человѣ́кѡмъ ѿ безче́стныѧ сме́рти всѣ̑мъ и҆сточи́лъ є҆сѝ: є҆ѧ́же распѧ́тїемъ твои́мъ сп҃се вкꙋси́въ, сꙋщество́мъ сме́ртнымъ нетлѣ́нїе мнѣ̀ дарова́лъ є҆сѝ хрⷭ҇тѐ, ꙗ҆́кѡ чл҃вѣколю́бецъ.
Thou hast filled all with honour from the dishonour of death: by Thy crucifixion Thou didst taste and gavest to the mortal creature immortality, O Lover of mankind.
Сп҃слъ мѧ̀ є҆сѝ воскр҃съ и҆з̾ гро́ба хрⷭ҇тѐ, ꙾воскрⷭ҇лъ же꙾ є҆сѝ, и҆ ѻ҆ц҃ꙋ̀ приве́лъ є҆сѝ твоемꙋ̀ роди́телю: ѡ҆деснꙋ́ю же є҆гѡ̀ спосади́лъ є҆сѝ за бл҃гоꙋтро́бїе млⷭ҇ти твоеѧ̀ гдⷭ҇и.
Spare me, O Lord, and raise me from the grave, for Thou hast raised Thyself, and didst bring Thee to Thy parents: and Thou didst appoint the right hand for Thy well-pleasing mercy, O God.
И҆́нъ.
And Thee, O Lord.
І҆рмо́съ то́йже
This hymn of that same one.
Сы́тость твои́хъ похва́лъ дв҃о, бл҃гочєсти́вымъ вѣ̑рнымъ ѿню́дъ не быва́етъ: жела́нїемъ бо жела́нїе при́снѡ бж҃е́ственное, и҆ дꙋхо́вное прїе́млюще, ꙗ҆́кѡ мт҃рь бж҃їю велича́емъ.
Satisfaction of thy praises is twofold, O blameless and faithful one: for the desire of the desire itself is ever divine and spiritual, as we magnify the Most Holy Virgin.
Положи́лъ є҆сѝ на́мъ непосты́днꙋю мл҃твенницꙋ, тебѐ ро́ждшꙋю хрⷭ҇тѐ. тоѧ̀ мольба́ми млⷭ҇тива подае́ши на́мъ дх҃а, пода́телѧ бл҃гости, ѿ ѻ҆ц҃а̀ тобо́ю происходѧ́ща.
Thou hast laid up for us an unblamable prayer-bearer, Thee born of Jesus Christ. By Thy prayers Thou givest to us the Spirit, giver of good things, proceeding from Thy Father.