Воскрⷭ҇нїе твоѐ хрⷭ҇тѐ сп҃се, всю̀ просвѣтѝ вселе́ннꙋю и҆ призва́лъ є҆сѝ твоѐ созда́нїе: всеси́льне гдⷭ҇и сла́ва тебѣ̀.
Thou, O Jesus Christ, hast risen from the dead, enlightening all the world and calling to Thee Thy creation: O all-powerful Glory of the Lord.
Дре́вомъ сп҃се ᲂу҆праздни́лъ є҆сѝ, ю҆́же ѿ дре́ва клѧ́твꙋ, держа́вꙋ сме́рти погребе́нїемъ твои́мъ ᲂу҆мертви́лъ є҆сѝ, просвѣти́лъ же є҆сѝ ро́дъ на́шъ воста́нїемъ твои́мъ. тѣ́мже вопїе́мъ тебѣ̀: животода́вче хрⷭ҇тѐ бж҃е на́шъ, сла́ва тебѣ̀.
By the Tree of Life thou didst make alive, who from the tree of cursing, the power of death by thy death didst destroy; and by thy rising didst enlighten our race. Therefore we cry to thee: O Giver of Life, Thee do we glorify.
На крⷭ҇тѣ̀ ꙗ҆́вльсѧ хрⷭ҇тѐ пригвожда́емъ, и҆змѣни́лъ є҆сѝ добро́тꙋ зда́нїй: и҆ безчеловѣ́чїе ᲂу҆́бѡ во́ини показꙋ́юще, копїе́мъ ре́бра твоѧ̑ прободо́ша, є҆вре́и же печа́тати гро́ба проси́ша, твоеѧ̀ вла́сти не вѣ́дꙋще. но за млⷭ҇рдїе ᲂу҆тро́бъ твои́хъ, прїе́мый погребе́нїе, и҆ тридне́венъ воскр҃сы́й гдⷭ҇и сла́ва тебѣ̀.
At thy conception, O Virgin, the Lord was fastened, and changed thy purity of body: and without man's knowledge, warriors showed thee to be slain, with spears piercing thy ribs; but the Jews sealed the tomb, knowing not thy power. But for thy womb, O Virgin, receiving burial, on the third day thou didst rise again, O Lord, glory to thee.
Животода́вче хрⷭ҇тѐ, во́лею стрⷭ҇ть претерпѣ́вый сме́ртныхъ ра́ди, во а҆́дъ же снизше́дъ ꙗ҆́кѡ си́ленъ, та́мѡ твоегѡ̀ прише́ствїѧ ѡ҆жида́ющыѧ, и҆схи́тивъ ꙗ҆́кѡ ѿ ѕвѣ́рѧ крѣ́пкагѡ, ра́й вмѣ́стѡ а҆́да жи́ти дарова́лъ є҆сѝ. тѣ́мже и҆ на́мъ сла́вѧщымъ тридне́вное твоѐ воста́нїе, да́рꙋй ѡ҆чище́нїе грѣхѡ́въ, и҆ ве́лїю млⷭ҇ть.
O Giver of Life, God, by Thy will enduring the death of men, and having descended into hell with mighty power, there to await the coming of Thine own, Thou didst open paradise instead of hell for them to dwell in life everlasting. Therefore, as we glorify Thee on Thy three-day resurrection, grant us cleansing from sins and great mercy.
Ѽ чꙋдесѐ но́вагѡ всѣ́хъ дре́внихъ чꙋде́съ! кто́ бо позна̀ мт҃рь без̾ мꙋ́жа ро́ждшꙋю, и҆ на рꙋкꙋ̀ носѧ́щꙋю, всю̀ тва́рь содержа́щаго; бж҃їе є҆́сть и҆зволе́нїе, ро́ждшеесѧ. є҆го́же ꙗ҆́кѡ млⷣнца пречⷭ҇таѧ, твои́ма рꙋка́ма носи́вшаѧ, и҆ мт҃рне дерзнове́нїе къ немꙋ̀ и҆мꙋ́щаѧ, не преста́й молѧ́щи ѡ҆ чтꙋ́щихъ тѧ̀, ᲂу҆ще́дрити и҆ сп҃стѝ дꙋ́шы на́шѧ.
O wonder of wonders among all ancient wonders! Who can know the Mother born without a Man, bearing upon Her hand, containing the whole creation? She is indeed the Willing One, born by birth. When the Handmaiden read the precept, with Her hands bearing and Her boldness towards Him granting, do not cease to pray for those who invoke Thee, that Thou mayest exalt and bring down our souls.