Holy Thursday in the Holy Sepulchre

Αἰνεῖτε αὐτὸν ἐν κυµβάλοις εὐήχοις,
αἰνεῖτε αὐτὸν ἐν κυµβάλοις ἀλαλαγµοῦ.
Πᾶσα πνοὴ αἰνεσάτω τὸν Κύριον.

Σταυρωθέντος σου Χριστέ, πᾶσα ἡ
Κτίσις βλέπουσα ἔτρεµε, τὰ θεµέλια τῆς
γῆς, διεδονήθησαν φόβῳ τοῦ κράτους
σου· σοῦ γὰρ ὑψωθέντος σήµερον,
γένος Ἑβραίων ἀπώλετο, τοῦ Ναοῦ τὸ
καταπέτασµα, διερράγη διχῶς, τὰ µνηµεῖα
ἠνεῴχθησαν, καὶ νεκροὶ ἐκ τῶν τάφων
ἐξανέστησαν. Ἑκατόνταρχος ἰδὼν τὸ
θαῦµα, ἔφριξε· παρεστῶσα δὲ ἡ Μήτηρ
σου, ἐβόα θρηνῳδοῦσα µητρικῶς· Πῶς
µὴ θρηνήσω, καὶ τὰ σπλάγχνα µου τύψω,
ὁρῶσά σε γυµνόν, ὡς κατάκριτον ἐν ξύλῳ
κρεµάµενον; Ὁ σταυρωθεὶς καὶ ταφείς, καὶ
ἀναστὰς ἐκ τῶν νεκρῶν, Κύριε δόξα σοι.

Praise Him with resounding cymbals; praise
Him with triumphant cymbals; let everything that
breathes praise the Lord.

All creation trembled when it saw You
crucified, O Christ. The foundations of the
earth quaked from fear of Your power. When
You were lifted on the Cross today, the
Hebrew race perished, the Temple Veil was
rent in two; tombs were opened, and the dead
resurrected from their graves. The centurion
shuddered when he saw the miracle. Your
Mother, who was standing there, cried a
maternal lamentation: "How can I not mourn
and beat my breasts, seeing You hanging on a
cross, naked, as though a criminal?" O Lord,
who were crucified and buried, and who rose
from the dead, glory to You!