Lament of the Virgin in Russian. Canon for the lamentation of the blessed virgin Mary. The Russian Orthodox people also celebrated this day

On Holy and Great Friday evening

The martyr priest Pavel Florensky writes about this wondrous canon:

“… When I first had a chance to read it, it somehow at once imperiously invaded the heart, and it seems that then the words of the prayer only penetrated into the consciousness:“ Thy love hurt our heart ”.

On several pages before us is a magnificent tragedy: the crucifixion of the Righteous One, the burial of God, the ineffable sorrow of the Mother, the despair of the disciples. But the limit of human sorrow and human horror is softened by the humility of the Divine and the foretold joy of the resurrection and salvation of all creation.

Is there a breast that would not be wounded by the Cry of the Mother of God? I can't imagine a soul so hard. But a man's heart, knowing neither the torments nor the joys of motherhood, not seeing in his child a part of his body, a thousandth part of that sorrow for Christ will not experience with the Most Pure Virgin, which the hearts of mothers will be compressed when reading the Lament. You, long-suffering ones, should have dedicated this Creation of Simeon Logofet, because you alone will truly experience it, suffer it in your chest and find in it a source of new joy. And someday you will go out into a disintegrating society to remind him of the torment and resurrection of our Lord. "

Song 1.

Irmos: As Israel walked on dry land in the abyss with her feet, seeing the persecutor of Pharaoh being drowned. Sing to God a victory song, cry out.

Singing: Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Obeshena like a sight on the Cross, the Son and the Lord, Pure Virgin, tormented, screaming a highlander, with other wives, groaning, verb.

I see Thee now, my beloved Child and beloved, hanging on the Cross, and biting the mountaineer with my heart, Pure speech: but give the word, Good One, to Thy Servant.

Glory: By will, My Son and Creator, endure fierce death on the tree, Virgo verb, stand by the Cross with your beloved disciple.

And now: Now, My hopes, joy and joy, My Son and the Lord are deprived of them: alas, I am sick of heart, Pure, cry, you verb.

Song 3.

Irmos: You are holy as you, O Lord my God, lifted up the horn of your faithful, Better, and having established us on the stone of your confession.

Fear for the sake of the Jews, Peter hid himself, and all the reckless faithful, left Christ, Virgin, weeping, verb.

About Thy terrible birth and strange, My Son, more than all mothers, Az was exalted: but alas, I, now they see You on a tree, I will burn in my womb.

Glory: I see My womb in my arms, in them I hold the Baby, from the tree of acceptance, the thing is Pure: but no one, alas, I will give this.

And now: Behold My Light, sweet, Hope and My Good Belly, My God has died out on the Cross, I am inflamed with my womb, Virgin, groaning, verb.

Song 4.

Irmos: Christ is my strength, God and Lord, the honest Church divinely sings crying out, from the meaning of pure celebration in the Lord.

Do not set the sun, Eternal God and Creator of all creatures, Lord, how can you endure passion on the Cross? Clean, cry, verb.

Cry, the verb Poor art for the good-looking: sweat, Joseph, come to Pilate and ask to remove Your Teacher from the tree.

Glory: Seeing the Most Pure Highlander tearing, Joseph was embarrassed and, crying, come to Pilate: give me, crying with crying, the Body of my God.

And now: You see, and without glory, naked on a tree, My Child, I burn in my womb, crying like Mati, Virgin proclaiming to you.

Song 5.

Irmos: With Thy light, Better than those who saturate Thy souls with love, I pray, Thou lead, the Word of God, the True God, calling out from the darkness of sinful.

Torn to pieces and sobbing, and marveling together with Nicodemus, Joseph was removed, and having kissed the Most Pure Body, weeping and groaning, and singing Him like God.

Accepting Him with crying Mother, an unskilled woman, lay him on her knee, praying Him with tears and kissing him, while the mountaineer weeps and exclaims.

Glory: One Hope and Belly, Master, My Son and God, in the eyes of the light of Thy Servant I have, but now it is deprived of You, my sweet Child and beloved.

And now: Sickness and sorrow, and sighs found Me, alas for Me, Pure, weeping highlander, verb, see Thee, My beloved Child, naked and alone, and the dead man is anointed with the stench.

Song 6.

Irmos: The sea of life, erected in vain by the misfortune of a storm, to a quiet haven of Thy inflow, cry Ty: lift my belly from aphids, Most Merciful.

You are dead, I see, Human-loving, having revived the dead, and containing everything, I bite fiercely with the womb. I would like to die with You, Most pure verb: I can’t stand it without breathing, You are dead.

I marvel, see Thee, the Most Good God and the Most Blessed Lord, without glory, and without breath, and ugly: and I cry, holding Thee, as if I do not hope, alas for Me, to see Thee, My Son and God.

Glory: Do not speak your servant words, the Word of God? Do you not spare, Lord, Who gave birth to You? The verb is Pure, weeping and crying, kissing the Body of His Lord.

And now: I think, O Lord, that I will not hear the voice of Thy sweet, nor the kindness of Thy face, as I did before Thy Servant: for Thou art, My Son, entered from My eyes.

Kontakion, voice 8:

For us for the sake of the Crucified, come, let us all sing, That in the form of Mary on the tree and the verb: if you endure the crucifixion, Thou art the Son and My God.

Ikos: See your Lamb, the Lamb, to the slaughter of the lure, follow Mary with their hair outstretched with frost wives, this crying: go kamo, Child? For the sake of a fast flow, are you making it? There is another marriage paki food in Cana, and there is nowadays tamo, but did you create wine for them from the water? Am I going with You, Child, or will I wait for You more? Give Me a word, the Word, do not silently go past Me, I keep Me pure: Thou art my Son and My God.

Song 7.

Irmos: The angel made the angel a reverend youth for the cave, while the Chaldeans admonished the scorching command of God, exhorting the tormentor to cry: blessed art thou, God our father.

Where, My Son and God, is the ancient annunciation, the hedgehog Mi Gabriel verb? The Tsar Ty, the Son and God of the Highest Naritsashe: now I see Thee, My sweet Light, naked and wounded by a dead man.

Deliver sickness, now take Me with You, My Son and God, may I descend, O Master, into hell with You and Az: do not leave Me alone, I can’t stand my life anymore, you do not see My sweet Light for You.

Glory: With other myrrh-bearers, the sobbing Immaculate Highlander, is worn out when seeing Christ, verb: alas for Me that I see! Kamo go now, My Son, and leave Me alone?

And now: Exhausted and weeping Immaculate, to the myrrh-bearers verb: weep for Mi and unite to the mountaineer: behold, my sweet Light and your Teacher is given over to the grave.

Song 8.

Irmos: Thou hast poured dew out of the flames of the monk, and thou hast burned the sacrifice of the righteous with water: do all things, Christ, only the hedgehog you want. We exalt you forever.

Seeing the sobbing virgin Joseph, he was torn to pieces all over and cried out bitterly: what is Thee, O my God, now will Thy servant bury? With what shroud will I wrap Thy Body?

More than mind, surpass your strange vision, bearing the whole creation of the Lord: for this sake, Joseph, as if dead, You are on your hand and with Nicodemus wears and buries.

Glory: I see a strange and glorious mystery, the Virgin cries out to the Son and to the Lord: what is it that lies in a bad grave, and you put up dead in the grave by command?

And now: I will not recover from Thy grave, My Child, nor tears will weep away Thy Servant, until I will descend into hell: I cannot endure Thy parting, My Son.

Song 9.

Irmos: It is not possible to see God as a human being, they do not dare to look at the Worship of the Angels: By Thee, O All-Pure, the Word is embodied as a man: He is glorious, with heavenly howls we please.

My joy will never touch from here, crying, the Immaculate verb: My Light and My Joy will go into the grave: but I will not leave Him alone, here I will die and be buried in Him.

Now heal my spiritual ulcer, My Child, the Most Pure One crying out crying: rise up and quench My illness and sorrow, you can, O Lord, very much you want and do, if you were buried by will.

Glory: Oh, what is hidden to You there is an abyss of bounty, Mothers in secret uttered the Lord? Although I can save my creature, if you wish to die, I will also rise up and magnify you, like God is heaven and earth.

And now: I sing Thy mercy, Human-loving, and bow to the wealth of Thy mercy, Master: although Thy creation, Thou didst lift up death, the Most Pure Speech: but by Thy Resurrection, Savior, have mercy on all of us.

Troparion

Soften our wicked hearts, the Mother of God, and extinguish the misfortunes of those who hate us, and resolve any tightness of our souls. Looking at Your holy image, we are touched by Your suffering and mercy, and we kiss Your wounds, but our arrows, tormenting You, are terrified. Do not give us, Merciful Mother, in our hardheartedness and from the hardheartedness of our neighbors, perish, Thou art truly softening of evil hearts.

Prayer

O Long-suffering Mother of God, who surpasses all the daughters of the earth in her purity, and in the multitude of sufferings you have endured on earth, accept our many painful sighs and preserve us under the roof of your mercy. We do not believe in any other refuge and warm intercession, but as if you have boldness for the one born of You, help and save us with Your prayers, so that we will reach the Kingdom of Heaven without fail, where with all the saints we will sing in the Trinity to the One God now and forever and forever centuries. Amen.

Lamentation of the Most Holy Theotokos
(Canon about the crucifixion of the Lord and the lamentation of the Most Holy Theotokos)

"By Thy miraculous and unknown birth, My Son, I was exalted before all mothers. But woe to Me! Now, at the sight of You on the cross, My womb is inflamed ... I see Him who was born by Me and stretch out my hands to receive Him from the cross. But no one , alas! He does not give It to Me ... "

This canon was compiled in the 10th century AD by Saint Simeon Metaphrast (Logofet). Verses are read from it after Good Friday, when the Lord had already died on the Cross. Reading takes place on Friday, during the Service.

The divine service itself is a reverent vigil before the Savior's tomb and a funeral hymn to the Lord who suffered for us, the Immortal King of glory.

The prayers of the Canon "Lamentations of the Most Holy Theotokos" are filled with grief, the grief of the Virgin Mary and the disciples of Jesus. In despair, the Mother of God finds consolation through prayer to the Lord. Jesus Christ expresses a touching concern for Her. In a few words of the Son, the Most Holy Virgin finds the satisfaction of sorrow.

Old Slavonic

1. Obeshena as if at the sight of the Son and the Lord on the cross, the Pure Virgin tormented, crying out to the highlander, with other wives moaning verb:
2. I see Thee now, my beloved Child and beloved, hanging on the cross and biting the mountaineer with my heart, Pure speech: but give the word, Good One, to Your servant.
3. By will, My Son and Creator, endure fierce death on the tree, Virgin verb, stand by the cross with your beloved disciple.
4. Now My hopes, joy and gladness, My Son and Lord are deprived of them: alas for Me! heart disease, Pure crying verb.
5. For fear for the sake of the Jews, Peter hid himself, and all the rebel of faith, and left Christ, the Virgin sobbing verb.
6. About Thy terrible birth and strange, My Son, more than all mothers, Az was exalted: but alas for Me! now they see Thee on the tree, I am burning with the womb.
7. I see My Womb in my arms, in them I hold the Baby, from the tree of acceptance, the thing is Pure: but no one, alas, I gave this to me.
8. Behold, my sweet light, my good hope and belly, my God is extinguished on the cross, I am inflamed with my womb, the Virgin groans and verb.
9. Do not set the sun, God the Eternal and Creator of all creatures, Lord, how do you endure passion on the cross, Pure weeping verb.
10. Crying verb poaching for good-looking: sweat, Joseph, approach Pilate and ask for the removal of your Teacher from the tree.
11. Seeing the Most Pure Highlander weeping, Joseph was embarrassed and weeping come to Pilate: give me, crying with weeping, the body of my God.
12. Thou are vulnerable when they see and without glory are naga on the tree, My Child, my womb is inflamed, sobbing like Mati, the Virgin proclaims you.
13. Torn to pieces and sobbing and marveling, together with Nicodemus, Joseph was removed, and having kissed the most pure body, weeping and groaning, and girdling Him like God.
14. Accept Him with crying Mother, an inexperienced woman, lay him on her knee, pray to Him with tears and kiss him, while the mountaineer weeps and exclaims.
15. One hope and life, Lord My Son and God, in the eyes of the light of Your servant I have, but now I am deprived of You, my sweet Child and beloved.
16. Sickness and sorrow and sighing found me, alas for Me, Pure mountaineer weeping verbs, seeing Thee, My beloved Child, naked and alone, and the dead man is anointed with the stench.
17. I see you dead, loving man, having revived the dead, and containing everything, I am bruised by the fierce womb: I would like to die with You, Most pure verb; I can't stand bo without breathing. Tya vidshi is dead.
18. I marvel at seeing Thee, most blessed God and wise Lord, without glory, and without breath, and ugly, and crying holding Thee, as if I didn’t hope, alas for Me! See You, My Son and God!
19. Do you not speak to your servant of your word, the Word of God? Do you not spare, Lord, who gave birth to you? verb Pure, weeping and crying, kissing the body of their Lord.
20. I think, Master, that I will not hear your voice from those who are sweet; I will not see the kindness of Thy face, as I did before Thy servant: for Thou art come, My Son, from My eyes.
21. For the sake of the Crucified One, come all, let us sing. Mary's view of the verb on the tree, if you endure the crucifixion, Thou art the Son and My God.
22. A lamb seeeth her Lamb to be slaughtered, followed by Mary with her hair stretched out with frost wives, these crying: Come on, Child? For the sake of fast flow you are making? When is there always another marriage of paki in Cana, and there is now vyshishy, but did you create wine for them from the water? Am I going with You, Child, or will I wait for You more? Give me a word, the Word, do not silently go past Me, purely observing Me. Thou art the Son and My God.
23. Where, My Son and God, is the ancient annunciation, the hedgehog Mi Gabriel verb? The Tsar Ty, the Son and God of the Highest Naritsashe: now I see Thee, My sweet Light, the dead man is naked and wounded.
24. Deliver disease, now take Me with You, My Son and God, may I descend, Master, into hell with You, and Az, do not leave Me alone, I can’t stand my life anymore, do not see You, my sweet Light.
25. With other myrrh-bearers, the Immaculate Highlander weeps and is carried by seeing Christ, the verb: Alas, what do I see? Kamo you go now, My Son, and leave Me alone?
26. Exhausted and weeping Immaculate myrrh-bearers verb: tear off Mi and unite the mountaineer, behold, my sweet Light and your Teacher is given over to the grave.
27. Seeing the sobbing virgin Joseph, he was torn to pieces all over and cried out bitterly: What is Thee, O My God, now will Thy servant bury? What shroud will I wrap around Your body?
28. More than mind, surpassing your strange vision of the Lord carrying the whole creature: for this sake, Joseph, as if dead, You are on her hand and with Nicodemus wears and buries.
29. I see a strange and glorious mystery, the Virgin cries out to the Son and to the Lord: what is in a bad tomb you put yourself in, you will be placed dead by command in the tomb.
30. I will not rise from Thy grave, My Child, nor will I whip away tears, I will cease Thy servant, until I will descend into hell: I cannot endure Thy parting, My Son.
31. My joy will never touch me from here, crying verb Immaculate: My light and My joy will come into the grave. But I will not leave Him alone: here I will die, and I will be buried in Him.
32. Heal My spiritual ulcer now, My Child, the Most Pure One crying out crying: rise up and quench My sickness and sorrow; You can, Vladyka, very much you want, and do, if you were buried by your will.
33. Oh, what is hidden to You there is an abyss of bounties, Mothers in secret spoke the Lord? Though I save my creature, you will die; but I will rise and I will magnify you, as God is to heaven and earth.
34. I will sing Thy mercy, O Humanity, and bow to the riches of Thy mercy, Master: although Thy creature can be saved, thou hast raised death, the Most Pure Speech; but by Thy resurrection, Savior, have mercy on all of us!

Russian translation
(for a better understanding of the text being read)

1. Virgin of the Pure, seeing the Son and the Lord (Her) hanging on the cross, groaning mournfully, tormenting and crying together with other wives, (so) she said:
2. “Seeing You now, my beloved Child hanging on the cross, I bitterly bite in my heart,” said the pure one. "Speak, Good One, the word of Thy servant."
3. “My Son and Creator! You voluntarily endure a cruel death on a tree, ”said the Virgin, standing at the cross with her beloved disciple.
4. “Now I have lost my hope, joy and joy - my Son and Lord: woe is Me! My heart hurts! " the Pure spoke with a cry.
5. "Out of fear of the Jews, Peter hid himself and all the faithful scattered, leaving Christ," said the Virgin sobbing.
6. “By Thy wonderful and unknown birth, My Son, I was exalted before all mothers. But woe to Me! now, at the sight of you on the cross, my womb is inflamed.
7. I see him who is born of me and stretch out my hands to receive him from the cross. But no one, alas! Doesn't give It to Me.
8. Here is my sweet light, my hope and life, trembling, My God died out on the cross! My inside is on fire! " said the Virgin Wall.
9. “The non-setting sun, God the Eternal, Creator and Lord of all creatures! How do you endure suffering on the cross? " spoke the Pure Crying.
10. The one who did not know marriage said, crying to the noble: “Joseph! Hurry to Pilate and ask permission to remove your Teacher from the tree. "
11. Joseph, seeing the Most Pure Weeping bitterly, was embarrassed and weeping came to Pilate and with tears said: "Give me the body of my God."
12. Seeing You covered with ulcers, beheaded and naked on a tree, crying like the Mother - the Virgin said: “My child! Fire scorches my insides. "
13. Tormented and amazed, Joseph, together with Nicodemus, weeping took off the most pure body (Crucified) and with groans sang Him as God.
14. With tears, the unmarried Mother received Him, laid Him on her knees, and with tears and bitter sobbing prayed to Him, showered him with kisses and exclaimed:
15. “You, Master, My Son and My God, I, Your servant, had the only hope, life and the light of my eyes. But now I have lost You, my sweetest and beloved Child!
16. Alas! Sorrow and sorrow and sighs torment Me, - said the Pure One, - weeping bitterly when I see You, My beloved Child, naked and anointed with aromas of the dead.
17. I see Thee dead, O philanthropist, who raised the dead and all that contains everything, and My womb is bruised with fierce sorrow. I would like to die with You, - said the Most Pure One, - for it is intolerable for Me to see You as a lifeless dead man.
18. I am amazed to see You, the most gracious God and the most generous Lord, without glory, without breath, without beauty. I hold You in my arms and cry, not hoping - woe is Me! - to see You More, My Son and My God!
19. Will you not utter your word to your servant, the Word of God? will you not spare, Master, who gave birth to you? " spoke the Pure, weeping, sobbing and kissing His Lord.
20. "It is evident that I no longer hear Your servant, Master, Your sweet voice, and will not see, as before, the beauty of Your face: for You, My Son, have hidden yourself from My eyes!"
21. Come, everyone, let us glorify the Crucified for us, Whom seeing on the tree Mary said: "Although You endure crucifixion, but You are My Son and God."
22. Following along with other wives after her Lamb, drawn to the slaughter, loosening her hair, the lamb Mary cried out: “Where are you going, Child? why are you in a hurry so soon? Or does a new marriage take place in Cana, and You hurry there to turn water into wine for them? Should I go with You, Child, or is it better to wait for You? Oh, the Word! say one word to me; do not pass by Me in silence, You, who have kept Me clean: for You are My Son and My God.
23. “Where is My Son and My God, the former gospel that Gabriel spoke to Me? He called You the King, the Son of God and the Most High God: but now I see You, my sweet Light, naked and dead.
24. He who heals sickness, now take Me with You, My Son and God, so that I, O Lord, may also descend with You into hell. Do not leave Me alone, for it is already unbearable for Me to live without seeing You, My sweet Light! "
25. Bitterly sobbing with other women bearing myrrh-bearers and seeing Christ carried, the Immaculate One said: “Woe is Me! What do I see? Where are You going now, My Son, leaving Me alone? "
26. Exhausted from sobbing, the Immaculate One said to the myrrh-bearers: "Weep and weep bitterly with Me, for My sweet Light and your teacher is laid in the grave."
27. Joseph, seeing the weeping Virgin, himself tormented and cried bitterly: “How can I, Your servant, bury You, my God? What shroud should I wrap around Your body? "
28. The amazing sight surpasses the mind: the Lord carrying all creation, Joseph and Nicodemus are carried in their arms and buried.
29. “I see an amazing and glorious mystery,” the Virgin cried to the Son and the Lord: “how do they put You in a simple grave, calling the dead from the graves with a word?
30. I will not leave Thy tomb, My Child, and I, Thy servant, will not stop shedding tears, until I also go down to hell: for I cannot bear it.
31. From now on, joy will never touch Me, said the sobbing Immaculate: - My Light and My joy rolled into the grave. But I will not leave Him alone: I will die here and be buried with Him.
32. Heal my spiritual wound, My Child! - cried the Most Pure One with tears. - Resurrect and satisfy My sorrow and sorrow: for you can do what you want, although you were buried voluntarily. "
33. “Oh, how the abyss of mercy was hidden from you? - said the Lord secretly to Mother. - For, desiring to save My creation, I deigned to die; but I will rise again and exalt You, as the God of heaven and earth. "
34. “I sing of Thy mercy, Lover of mankind, and I worship the riches of Thy mercy, Master! For, desiring to save Your creation, You accepted death, - said the Most Pure One. “But by Thy resurrection, Savior, have mercy on all of us!”

Song 1

Irmos: As Israel has walked along the abyss with her feet, seeing the persecutor of Pharaoh being drowned, we will sing a song of victory to God.

Chorus: Glory to You, our God, glory to You.

Obeshena as if at the sight of the Son and the Lord on the Cross, the Pure Virgin, tormented by a highlander crying, with other wives groaning verb.

I see Thee now, my beloved Child and beloved, hanging on the Cross, and biting the mountaineer with my heart, Pure speech: but give the word, Good One, to Your servant.

Glory: By the will of My Son and the Creator, endure fierce death on the Tree, Virgo verb, stand by the Cross with your beloved disciple.

And now: Now My aspirations, joy and gladness, My Son and the Lord are deprived of them: alas, I am sick of heart, Pure weeping verbs.

Song, 3

Irmos: You are holy as you are, my Lord, my God, who lifted up the horn of Thy faithful, More dear, and established us on the stone of Thy confession.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Fear for the sake of the Jew, Peter hid himself, and all the reckless faithfulness, left Christ, the Virgin sobbing verb.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

About Thy terrible birth and strange, My Son, more than all mothers, Az was exalted: but alas, I, now they see You on the Tree, I am burning with the womb.

Glory: I want My Womb on my hand, as if I were holding a baby, from the Tree of Acceptance, the thing is Pure: but no one, alas, will give this to Me.

And now: Behold, My Sweet Light, My Good Hope and Belly, My God has died out on the Cross, I am inflamed with my womb, the Virgin groaning verb.

Song 4

Irmos: Christ is my strength, God and the Lord, the honest Church divinely sings crying out, from the meaning of pure celebration in the Lord.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Do not set the sun, God the Eternal, and the Creator of all creatures, Lord, how do you endure Passion on the Cross, Pure crying verb.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Weep the verb Poor art, to the good-looking: begging Joseph to approach Pilate, and ask him to remove your teacher from the Tree.

Glory: Seeing the Most Pure Highlander tearing down, Joseph was embarrassed, and weeping come to Pilate, give me, crying with crying, the Body of my God.

And now: Thou are vulnerable to seeing, and without glory, naked on the Tree, My Child, I am inflamed with my womb, sobbing like Mati, Devo proclaiming you.

Song 5

Irmos: With the light of Thy Beloved, I pray to the souls maturing Thy souls with love, Thou lead the Word of God, the true God, calling out from the darkness of sinful.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Torn to pieces and sobbing, and marveling, together with Nicodemus, Joseph was removed, and having kissed the Most Pure Body, weeping, and groaning, and singing Him like God.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Take Him with a cry, Mother Neikusomuzhenaya, put him on her knee, praying Him with a tear, and kissing, weeping and exclaiming the mountaineer.

Glory: There is one hope and a belly, Lord My Son and God, in the eyes of the light of Your servant I have, but now I am deprived of You, My Sweet Child and Beloved.

And now: Sickness and sorrow, and sighing found Me, alas for Me, Pure mountaineer weeping verbs, seeing Thee, My Beloved Child, naked and alone, and the Dead Man is anointed with the stench.

Song 6

Irmos: The sea of life, erected in vain by the storms of misfortunes, to Thy quiet abode, an influx of cry Ti: lift my belly from aphids, Most Merciful.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Dead Thou behold, I am loving man, reviving the dead, and containing everything, I am bruised by the fierce womb; I would like to die with You, Most pure verb: I can’t stand it without breathing, You are dead.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

I marvel at seeing Thee, Most Good God and Most Blessed Lord, without glory and without breath, and ugly, and crying holding Thee, as if not hoping, alas for Me, to see Thee, My Son and God.

Glory: Do you not utter words to Your Servant, the Word of God? do not harbor, O Lord, who gave birth to You, the verb Pure, weeping and crying, kissing the Body of His Lord.

And now: I think, Master, that I will not hear Your sweet voice, nor will I see the kindness of Your face, as I did before Your Servant; for thou art My Son in my sight.

Kontakion, voice 8

For us, for the sake of the Crucified, come, all of us, let us sing, That Mary is on the Tree, and the verb: if you endure the crucifixion, Thou art the Son and My God.

Ikos

Take your Lamb in vain, drawl to the slaughter, follow Mary with her hair outstretched with frost of wives, these crying: kamo go Child, why are you making a swift current for the sake of? food is another marriage paki in Cana, and tamo now vishish, but did you create wine for them from water? Am I going with Thee, Child, or more will I wait for Thee? Give Me a word, the Word, do not pass Me by silently, keeping Me pure: Thou art the Son and My God.

Canto 7

Irmos: The angel made the angel a reverend youth for the cave, while the Chaldeans admonished the scorching command of God, exhorting the tormentor to cry: Blessed be God, our father.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Where, My Son and God, is the ancient annunciation, the hedgehog Mi Gabriel verb? The King of Ty, the Son and God of the Vyshnyago Naritsashe: now I see Thee, My Sweet Light, the Dead Man is naked and wounded.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Deliver sickness, now accept Me with You, My Son and God, may I descend, O Master, into hell with You and Az, do not leave Me alone: I can’t stand my life anymore, do not see My Sweet Light for You.

Glory: With other myrrh-bearing wives, the Immaculate Highlander weeps, and is carried by seeing Christ in the verb: alas for Me that I see! Kamo go now, My Son, and leave Me alone?

And now: Exhausted and sobbing Immaculate, to the myrrh-bearers the verb: tear off Mi, and unite the mountaineer: behold, My Sweet Light, and your Teacher surrenders to the Sepulcher.

Canto 8

Irmos: Thou didst pour out the dew of the monk from the flame, and thou didst burn the sacrifice of the righteous with water: do all things, Christ, only the hedgehog you want; We exalt you forever.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Seeing the sobbing virgin Joseph, he was torn to pieces all over, and cried bitterly: what is Thee, O My God, now will Thy servant bury? With what shroud will I wrap Thy Body?

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

More than mind, you surpass your strange vision of the Lord carrying the whole creature: for this sake, Joseph, as if you are dead, is on your hand, and with Nicodemus wears and buries.

Glory: I see a strange and glorious mystery, the Virgin cries out to the Son and to the Lord: what do you put yourselves in a bad Sepulcher, order dead in the grave by command?

And now: I will not recover from Thy Sepulcher, My Child, nor tears will weep away the cease of Thy Servant, until I will descend into hell: I can not endure My separation, My Son.

Canto 9

Irmos: It is impossible to see God as a man, they dare not look at the Worthless of Angels: By Thee, O All-Pure, the Word is embodied as a man: We bless him with the heavenly Voi Tya.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

My joy will never touch me from now on, crying verb Immaculate: My Light and My Joy will come into the Sepulcher: but I will not leave Ero one, but here I will die, and I will be buried in Him.

Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Now heal my spiritual ulcer, My Child, the Most Pure One crying out crying: rise up, and quench My illness and sorrow, you can, O Lord, very much you want, and do, if you were buried by will.

Glory: What is the abyss of shedroth hidden away? The Lord has spoken to the mother in secret, although my creature can be saved, if you please, die. But I will also rise, and I will magnify You, as God is to heaven and earth.

And now: I will sing Thy mercy, Human-loving, and bow to the wealth of Thy mercy, Master: although Thy creature can be saved, Thou art raised death, the Most Pure Speech: but by Thy Resurrection, Savior, have mercy on all of us.

TROPAR

PRAYER

On Holy and Great Friday evening

about the tenth hour of the day (at the 4th hour of the day - A.R.) rivets. And I will bless the priest, beginning with a luminous one, on the Lord, crying out, let us put verses 6: And we sing the stichera are self-consistent.

Voice 1:

All creation is changed by fear, see Thee hanging on the Cross, Christ: the sun is darkened, and the ground of the foundation is shaken, all compassion for the One who created everything. By the will of us for our sake, the Lord enduring, glory to Thee. [Twice.]

Voice 2:

Are men of wickedness and iniquity taught in vain? Vskuy Zhivota all condemned to death? A great miracle, as if the Creator of the world is betrayed into the hands of the wicked, and the Man-lover rises on the tree, even in hell he will free the prisoners, calling: Long-suffering Lord, glory to Thee.

Today, see Thee, Immaculate Virgin, on the Cross the Word is lifted up, crying with the mother's womb, biting the heart of the mountaineer, and groaning painfully from the depths of the soul, the face with the hair is tormenting. The same and persistent beating, crying out pitifully: alas for Me, Divine Child! Alas for Me, the Light of the world! Why have you gone from my eyes, Lamb of God? The same armies of the incorporeal, containing trembling byahu, saying: Incomprehensible Lord, glory to Thee.

On the tree you see the visima, Christ, You of all the Creator and God, without seeds giving You birth crying bitterly: My Son, where is the goodness of Your sight? I can't stand seeing You are crucified unrighteously. Stretch your feet, rise up, as if I see Thy three-day Resurrection from the dead.

Voice 6:

Today the Lord of creation is facing Pilate, and the Creator of all is betrayed to the Cross, as if we bring the lamb by His will: with nails it is nailed, and it pierces the ribs, and the one who rains manna will drink with his lip, the Deliverer of the world will choke on his lips, and the Creator of all will swear at His servants. About the Lord's Humanity! About those who crucify the prayers of their Father, saying: Father, forgive them this sin: they do not lead to iniquity, that they do unrighteousness.

Glory, the voice is the same:

What a wicked host of the King of creation condemn to death, not being ashamed of the good deed, even remembering the pre-affirmed, saying to them: My people, what have I done to you? Didn't they perform miracles for Judah? Are not the resurrected dead in one word? Is it not every sickness and affliction healed? What do you pay for Mi? Vskuy not remember Me? For healing wounds I have imposed, for my stomach, mortifying, hanging on a tree, like a villain, a Benefactor: like a lawless one, a Lawgiver: like a condemned one, all the Tsar. Long-suffering Lord, glory to Thee.

And now, the voice is the same:

A terrible and glorious sacrament is now being acted upon: the intangible is being held back: it is knitted, letting Adam be free from the oath: testing hearts and womb, unrighteously tested: it closes in a dungeon, Closing the abyss: Pilate is facing, He is faced with trembling by the hand of the creature: the Creator is choking: condemned, judge the living and the dead: in the grave is the Destroyer of Hell. Whoever endures all mercifully and saved everyone from the oath, Good Lord, glory to Thee.

Entrance with the Gospel. Quiet light:

Prokemen, voice 4:

Divide My garments for myself and for My clothes, the lot is met.

Poem: God, My God, won’t Mi, did you leave Me?

Exodus reading. [Chapter 33.]

The Lord spoke to Moses face to face, as if someone had spoken to his friend and released to the regiment: but the servant Joshua, son of Nun, the youth did not come out of the tabernacle.
And the speech of Moses to the Lord: behold You speak to me, bring these people out. You did not reveal to me, whom you will follow with me.
Thou didst advertise to me: we are thee more than anyone else, and I have the grace of me. If I have found grace before You, reveal Himself to You, so I see You intelligently: as if I will find grace before You, and may I know that Your people are great in this language.
And the verb [to him is the Lord]: I myself will go before Thee, and I will rest thee.
And Moses spoke to Him: if you yourself do not go with us, do not lead me out of here. And how will it truly be known, that I have found grace from You, I and Your people, and I will go with us: and I will be glorified, and I will be glorified, and Your people, more than all the tongue, are trees on earth?
But the Lord spoke to Moses: and this word to you, the hedgehog I advertised, I will create: I have found this grace in front of Me, and we have thee more than anyone else. And the verb Moses: Show me Thy glory.
And the speech [the Lord to Moses]: I will go before you with my glory, and I will call for my name, the Lord is before you: I will have mercy on him if I am dear: and I will spare him, if I am generous.
And speaking: you cannot see My Face, unless a man sees My Face, and he will live.
And speak the Lord: this place is with Me, and stand on a stone. When My Glory passes away, I will lay thee in the cleft of a stone, and I will cover with My hand over you, until I pass by. And I will take away my hand, and then behold my back: but my face will not appear to you.

Prokemen, voice 4:
Judge, Lord, who offend me, overcome those who fight me.

Poem: Take your weapon and shield, and rise up to help me.

Job reading. [Chapter 42.]

God bless the last Iovlya, not the same old one: byahu his cattle, four ten thousand sheep, six thousand velblyuds, a husband of a thousand oxen, a thousand herd donkeys. Born to him, there are seventh sons and three daughters. And call the first ubo, Day: the second Cassius: the third, the Horn of Amalfei. And there was no likeness in babble for the daughters of Jobleigh in high heavens: but the father gave them an inheritance in their brethren. And Job had lived one hundred and seventy years after the plague: all the same two hundred and fourty years had lived. And Job his sons, and the sons of his sons, even to the fourth generation: and Job is old, and fulfill the days. But it is written that there are packs, rest for him, the Lord will raise up with them and: this is interpreted from the Syrian book. In the land of the living Ausitides, on the border of Edumea and Arabia: first of all, his name is Joab. Bring in the wife of the Arabian, give birth to a son, whose name is Ennon. Be the same father for Zareth, son of Esau's sons, for the mother of Vosorra, as if he were the fifth from Abraham.

Isaiah's prophecies reading. [Chapter 52.]

This is what the Lord says: Behold, My child will understand, and he will be exalted and glorified exceedingly. As many will be terrified of You, so Your appearance will be rendered undesirable from man, and Your glory will be from the sons of men. Thus, the tongues of the people will be amazed about Him, and the king will block their lips: as if they do not ascend about Him, they will see, and if they do not hear, they will understand. Lord, who has faith in our hearing? And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? By proclaiming, like Serving before him, like a root in a thirsty land, there is no sight to Him, lower than glory: and by sight of Him, and not the name of kind, nor kindness. But His appearance is dishonorable, diminished more than all the sons of men: a man in an ulcer, and knowing to endure an illness, as if turn away from His Face, swiftly dishonorly, and not be imputed. This one bears our sins, and he hurts about us, and we are imputed to Him to be in labor, and in an ulcer from God, and in bitterness. The same was pierced for our sins, and we were tormented for our iniquity, the punishment of our peace on Him, with His wound we are healed. All like sheep go astray: man go astray from his way, and the Lord has given up His sin for our sake. And the One, who was bitter by the time, and does not open His mouth: as the sheep is led to slaughter, and as the lamb is silent before the one who shears Him, so it does not open His mouth. In His humility, His judgment will be taken, but who is His generation to confess? As if His belly would be taken up from the earth, for the sake of the iniquities of My people, He was led to death. And I will give the evil one instead of His burial, and the rich one instead of His death: for you do not create iniquity, below will be found flattery in His mouth. And the Lord wants to cleanse Him from the plague: if it is given about sin, your soul will see a long-living seed. And the Lord wants with His hand to take away the disease from His soul, to show Him the light, and to create with reason, to justify the righteous serving many, and Thou will bear their sins. For this, for the sake of thee, he will inherit many, and he will share the strong with greed: his soul was betrayed to death, and he was imputed with the wicked, and he bore the sins of many, and for their iniquity was delivered. Rejoice, non-fruitful non-fertile, exclamation and crying, non-revolting, as many empty children are more empty than those who have a husband.

Prokeimenon of the Apostle, voice 6:
Laying Me in the pit of the underworld, in the dark and shadow of mortals. Verse: Lord God of my salvation, in the days of crying and in the night before you.

Apostle to the Corinthians, conceived 125 : Brotherhood, word of the godfather: End: And this one was crucified. Alleluia, voice 1: Save Me, O God, as if you entered the water to my soul. Verse: Longing for my soul and passion. Verse: Let their eyes be darkened, the hedgehog does not see.

The Gospel of Matthew, conceived 110: At the time it created the advice to all the bishops: End: Right at the grave. Also the usual litany: Rtz all from all my soul:

And then: Grant me, Lord: Let's fulfill the evening prayer: And the rest. And by crying out we sing from the verse stichera like 4.

Voice 2:

When Thy is dead from the tree, Arimathea removed all Belly, with the meek and shroud of Thy, Christ, entwining, and with love, kissing Thy incorruptible body with heart and mouth. We are obsessed with fear, rejoicing, crying out to Ty: glory to Thy descent, Human-loving.

Poem: The Lord will reign, clothed with petting.

When Thou didst rely in the grave for everyone, the Deliverer of all, all mocking hell, seeing Thee, horrified, crushed faith, breaking the gates, opening the grave, reveling in the dead, then Adam, rejoicing with gratitude, cried out to Thee: glory to Thy descent, Human-loving.

Poem: For affirm the universe, it does not even move.

When in the grave of the flesh, although you were enclosed, Abide by the nature of the Divine Indescribable and Undefined, you have concluded treasures and hell, you, Christ, have exhausted the kingdoms: then this Sabbath of this Divine blessing and glory, and Thou hast granted Thy lordship.

Poem: Shrine befits Thy house, O Lord, in the longitude of days.

When the power of vain Thy, Christ, as a charm from the wicked, is slandered, I am horrified at Thy inexpressible longsuffering, and the stone of the sepulcher is sealed by hands, in the image of Thy incorruptible ribs are pierced. We rejoice at our salvation, crying out to Ti: glory to Thy descent, Human-loving.

Glory, and now, voice 5:

For you, clothed with light, like a robe, take Joseph off the tree with Nicodemus and, seeing the dead naga unburied, we will perceive the merciful cry, weeping, saying: alas for me, Sweetest Jesus! The sun on the Cross hung in the midst of the Cross, beholding it with darkness, and the earth trembled with fear, and the church veil was torn: but now I see Thee, for the sake of my will lifting death. How will I bury Thee, my God, or with what shroud? Which rukama will I touch your incorruptible Body? Or will I sing the cue of the song to Your exodus, Generous? I magnify Thy Passion, I sing hymns and Thy burial with the Resurrection, the call: Lord, glory to Thee.

The same Now let go: Trisagion. According to our Father:

Troparion, voice 2:

We will take the good-looking Joseph from the tree to sleep Thy Most Pure Body, wrapped in a clean shroud and stinks, in a new tomb, put it.

Another troparion:

An Angel appeared to the women of myrrh-bearers at the grave, crying out: the essence of peace for the dead is decent. Christ incorruptible is a stranger.

Wisdom, and release.

We sing Compline in the cells, at which we sing the canon of the crucifixion of the Lord and the lamentation of the Most Holy Theotokos. Irmos twice, troparia 4: follow the Irmos both faces together.

Lament of the Mother of God
Creation of Simeon Logofet. Voice 6.

The martyr priest Pavel Florensky writes about this wondrous canon:

Song 1.

Irmos: As if Israel had walked on dry land in the abyss with her feet, seeing the persecutor of Pharaoh being drowned. Sing to God a victory song, cry out.

Singing: Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Obeshena like a sight on the Cross, the Son and the Lord, Pure Virgin, tormented, screaming a highlander, with other wives, groaning, verb.

I see Thee now, my beloved Child and beloved, hanging on the Cross, and biting the mountaineer with my heart, Pure speech: but give the word, Good One, to Thy Servant.

Glory: By will, My Son and Creator, endure a fierce death on the tree, Virgo verb, stand by the Cross with your beloved disciple.

And now: Now My aspirations, joy and gladness, My Son and the Lord are deprived of them: alas, I am sick at heart, Pure, cry, verb.

Song 3.

Irmos: Thou art holy, O Lord my God, the exalted horn of Thy faithful, Better, and establishing us on the stone of Thy confession.

Fear for the sake of the Jews, Peter hid himself, and all the reckless faithful, left Christ, Virgin, weeping, verb.

About Thy terrible birth and strange, My Son, more than all mothers, Az was exalted: but alas, I, now they see You on a tree, I will burn in my womb.

Glory: I see My womb in my arms, in them I hold the Baby, from the tree of acceptance, the thing is Pure: but no one, alas, I will give this.

And now: Behold, my Light, sweet, Hope and My Good Belly, My God has died out on the Cross, I am inflamed with the womb, Virgin, groaning, verb.

Song 4.

Irmos: Christ is my strength, God and Lord, the honest Church divinely sings crying out, from the meaning pure in the Lord they celebrate.

Do not set the sun, Eternal God and Creator of all creatures, Lord, how can you endure passion on the Cross? Clean, cry, verb.

Cry, the verb Poor art for the good-looking: sweat, Joseph, come to Pilate and ask to remove Your Teacher from the tree.

Glory: Seeing the Most Pure Highlander weeping, Joseph was embarrassed and, crying, approach Pilate: give me, crying with crying, the Body of my God.

And now: Thou are vulnerable to seeing, and without glory, naked on the tree, My Child, I am burning with my womb, sobbing like Mati, Virgo proclaiming.

Song 5.

Irmos: With Thy light, Better than those who saturate Thy souls with love, I pray, Lead Thy, the Word of God, the True God, calling out from the darkness of sinful.

Torn to pieces and sobbing, and marveling together with Nicodemus, Joseph was removed, and having kissed the Most Pure Body, weeping and groaning, and singing Him like God.

Accepting Him with crying Mother, an unskilled woman, lay him on her knee, praying Him with tears and kissing him, while the mountaineer weeps and exclaims.

Glory: One Hope and Belly, Master, My Son and God, in the eyes of the light of Your Servant I have, but now I am deprived of You, my sweet Child and beloved.

And now: Sickness and sorrow, and sighing found Me, alas for Me, Pure, the mountaineer sobbing, verb, seeing Thee, My beloved Child, naked and alone, and the dead man is anointed with the stench.

Song 6.

Irmos: The sea of life, erected in vain by the storms of misfortunes, to a quiet haven of Thy inflow, cry Ty: lift up my belly from aphids, Most Merciful.

I marvel, see Thee, the Most Good God and the Most Blessed Lord, without glory, and without breath, and ugly: and I cry, holding Thee, as if I do not hope, alas for Me, to see Thee, My Son and God.

Glory: Do not utter words to Your Servant, the Word of God? Do you not spare, Lord, Who gave birth to You? The verb is Pure, weeping and crying, kissing the Body of His Lord.

And now: I think, Master, that I will not hear the voice of Thy sweet, nor the kindness of Thy Face, as I did before Thy Servant: for thou art, My Son, entered from My eyes.

Kontakion, voice 8:

For us for the sake of the Crucified, come, let us all sing, That in the form of Mary on the tree and the verb: if you endure the crucifixion, Thou art the Son and My God.

Ikos: See your Lamb, the Lamb, to the slaughter of the drawn, follow Mary with their hair stretched out with the frost of their wives, these are crying: kamo godeshi, Child? For the sake of a fast flow, are you making it? There is another marriage paki food in Cana, and there is nowadays tamo, but did you create wine for them from the water? Am I going with You, Child, or will I wait for You more? Give Me a word, the Word, do not silently go past Me, I keep Me pure: Thou art my Son and My God.

Song 7.

Irmos: The angel made the angel a reverend youth, while the Chaldeans admonished the scorching command of God, exhorting the tormentor to cry: blessed art thou, God our father.

Glory: With other myrrh-bearing wives, the sobbing Immaculate Highlander is worn out when they see Christ, you verb: alas for Me that I see! Kamo go now, My Son, and leave Me alone?

And now: Exhausted and crying Immaculate, to the myrrh-bearers the verb: weep for Mi and unite to the mountaineer: behold, My sweet Light and your Teacher is given over to the grave.

Song 8.

Irmos: From the flames of the monk, thou didst pour out dew, and thou didst burn the righteous sacrifice with water: do all things, Christ, only the hedgehog you want. We exalt you forever.

Seeing the sobbing virgin Joseph, he was torn to pieces all over and cried out bitterly: what is Thee, O my God, now will Thy servant bury? With what shroud will I wrap Thy Body?

More than mind, surpass your strange vision, bearing the whole creation of the Lord: for this sake, Joseph, as if dead, You are on your hand and with Nicodemus wears and buries.

Glory: I see a strange and glorious mystery, the Virgin cries out to the Son and to the Lord: what do you put yourselves in a bad tomb, and put up dead by command in the tomb?

And now: Not from Thy grave I will recover, My Child, nor tears will weep away the end of Thy Servant, until and I will descend into hell: I cannot endure Thy parting, My Son.

Song 9.

Irmos: It is not possible to see God as a man, they do not dare to look at the Worthless of Angels: By Thee, O All-Pure, the Word is embodied as a man: He is glorious, with heavenly warriors We please.

My joy will never touch from here, crying, the Immaculate verb: My Light and My Joy will go into the grave: but I will not leave Him alone, here I will die and be buried in Him.

Now heal my spiritual ulcer, My Child, the Most Pure One crying out crying: rise up and quench My illness and sorrow, you can, O Lord, very much you want and do, if you were buried by will.

Glory: About what is hidden to You there is an abyss of bounty, Mothers in secret uttered the Lord? Although I can save my creature, if you wish to die, I will also rise up and magnify you, like God is heaven and earth.

And now: I will sing of Thy mercy, Human-loving, and I bow to the wealth of Thy mercy, Master: although Thy creature can be saved, Thou art lifted up death, the Most Pure Speech: but by Thy Resurrection, Savior, have mercy on all of us.

Also for Worthy:

irmos: God cannot be seen by man:

Trisagion. According to our Father:

Kontakion: For us for the Crucified: Lord, have mercy, 40 times. Like for all time: Lord, have mercy, three times. Glory, and now: Honest Cherubim: Bless in the Name of the Lord, Father.

Priest: By the prayers of the saints, our father:

And prayer: Unclean, Unblazed:

And let go. Let us eat the midnight office in the cells.

Song 1.

Irmos: As if Israel had walked on dry land in the abyss with her feet, seeing the persecutor of Pharaoh being drowned. Sing to God a victory song, cry out.

Singing: Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

Obeshena like a sight on the Cross, the Son and the Lord, Pure Virgin, tormented, screaming a highlander, with other wives, groaning, verb.

I see Thee now, my beloved Child and beloved, hanging on the Cross, and biting the mountaineer with my heart, Pure speech: but give the word, Good One, to Thy Servant.

Glory: By will, My Son and Creator, endure fierce death on the tree, Virgo verb, stand by the Cross with your beloved disciple.

And now: Now, My hopes, joy and joy, My Son and the Lord are deprived of them: alas, I am sick of heart, Pure, cry, you verb.

Song 3.

Irmos: Thou art holy, O Lord my God, the exalted horn of Thy faithful, Better, and establishing us on the stone of Thy confession.

Fear for the sake of the Jews, Peter hid himself, and all the reckless faithful, left Christ, Virgin, weeping, verb.

About Thy terrible birth and strange, My Son, more than all mothers, Az was exalted: but alas, I, now they see You on a tree, I will burn in my womb.

Glory: I see My womb in my arms, in them I hold the Baby, from the tree of acceptance, the thing is Pure: but no one, alas, I will give this.

And now: Behold My Light, sweet, Hope and My Good Belly, My God has died out on the Cross, I am inflamed with my womb, Virgin, groaning, verb.

Song 4.

Irmos: Christ is my strength, God and the Lord, the honest Church divinely sings crying out, from the meaning pure in the Lord they celebrate.

Do not set the sun, Eternal God and Creator of all creatures, Lord, how can you endure passion on the Cross? Clean, cry, verb.

Cry, the verb Poor art for the good-looking: sweat, Joseph, come to Pilate and ask to remove Your Teacher from the tree.

Glory: Seeing the Most Pure Highlander tearing, Joseph was embarrassed and, crying, come to Pilate: give me, crying with crying, the Body of my God.

And now: You see, and without glory, naked on a tree, My Child, I burn in my womb, crying like Mati, Virgin proclaiming to you.

Song 5.

Irmos: With Thy light, Better than those who saturate Thy souls with love, I pray, Lead Thy, the Word of God, the True God, calling out from the darkness of sinful.

Torn to pieces and sobbing, and marveling together with Nicodemus, Joseph was removed, and having kissed the Most Pure Body, weeping and groaning, and singing Him like God.

Accepting Him with crying Mother, an unskilled woman, lay him on her knee, praying Him with tears and kissing him, while the mountaineer weeps and exclaims.

Glory: One Hope and Belly, Master, My Son and God, in the eyes of the light of Thy Servant I have, but now it is deprived of You, my sweet Child and beloved.

And now: Sickness and sorrow, and sighs found Me, alas for Me, Pure, weeping highlander, verb, see Thee, My beloved Child, naked and alone, and the dead man is anointed with the stench.

Song 6.

Irmos: The sea of life, erected in vain by the storms of misfortunes, to a quiet haven of Thy inflow, cry Ty: lift up my belly from aphids, Most Merciful.

I marvel, see Thee, the Most Good God and the Most Blessed Lord, without glory, and without breath, and ugly: and I cry, holding Thee, as if I do not hope, alas for Me, to see Thee, My Son and God.

Glory: Do not utter words to Your Servant, the Word of God? Do you not spare, Lord, Who gave birth to You? The verb is Pure, weeping and crying, kissing the Body of His Lord.

And now: I think, O Lord, that I will not hear the voice of Thy sweet, nor the kindness of Thy face, as I did before Thy Servant: for Thou art, My Son, entered from My eyes.

Kontakion, voice 8:

For us for the sake of the Crucified, come, let us all sing, That in the form of Mary on the tree and the verb: if you endure the crucifixion, Thou art the Son and My God.

Song 7.

Irmos: The angel made the angel a reverend youth, while the Chaldeans admonished the scorching command of God, exhorting the tormentor to cry: blessed art thou, God our father.

Glory: With other myrrh-bearers, the sobbing Immaculate Highlander, is worn out when seeing Christ, verb: alas for Me that I see! Kamo go now, My Son, and leave Me alone?

And now: Exhausted and weeping Immaculate, to the myrrh-bearers verb: weep for Mi and unite to the mountaineer: behold, my sweet Light and your Teacher is given over to the grave.

Song 8.

Irmos: From the flames of the monk, thou didst pour out dew, and thou didst burn the righteous sacrifice with water: do all things, Christ, only the hedgehog you want. We exalt you forever.

Seeing the sobbing virgin Joseph, he was torn to pieces all over and cried out bitterly: what is Thee, O my God, now will Thy servant bury? With what shroud will I wrap Thy Body?

More than mind, surpass your strange vision, bearing the whole creation of the Lord: for this sake, Joseph, as if dead, You are on your hand and with Nicodemus wears and buries.

Glory: I see a strange and glorious mystery, the Virgin cries out to the Son and to the Lord: what is it that lies in a bad grave, and you put up dead in the grave by command?

And now: I will not recover from Thy grave, My Child, nor tears will weep away Thy Servant, until I will descend into hell: I cannot endure Thy parting, My Son.

Song 9.

Irmos: It is not possible to see God as a man, they dare not look at the Worthless of the Angels: By thee, O All-Pure, the Word is embodied as a man: He is glorious, with heavenly warriors We bless Thee.

My joy will never touch from here, crying, the Immaculate verb: My Light and My Joy will go into the grave: but I will not leave Him alone, here I will die and be buried in Him.

Now heal my spiritual ulcer, My Child, the Most Pure One crying out crying: rise up and quench My illness and sorrow, you can, O Lord, very much you want and do, if you were buried by will.