Oi u horodi ta Irusalymi
Zbyralysya zydy-pany.
Zydy-pany radu radyly.
Vony Isusa Chrysta v holovky braly.
Na muky braly, na hrest rozpynaly,
Ruchky i nozky hvozdyam prybyvaly.
Ternovyi vinochok na holovku klaly,
Shepshynoyu pedeperezaly.
I v hrob ioho polozyly,
I kamenem navalyly.
Pryishla k iomu ta Bozaya maty,
Stala z plakat shche i rydaty.
– Oi synku mii, oi Bozyi mii,
Chy navyeki, synku, pomyrayesh?
Chy za ves myr muky prynimayesh?
Pryinyav muky, pryinyav rany.
Pryinyav muky, pryinyav rany
Za vsih ze pravoslavnyh hrystiyan.