Oy u horodi ta Irusalymi
Zbyralysya zydy-pany.

Zydy-pany radu radyly.
Vony Isusa Chrysta v holovky braly.

Na muky braly, na chrest rozpynaly,
Ruchky y nozky hvozdyam prybyvaly.

Ternovyi vinochok na holovku klaly,
Shepshynoyu pedeperezaly.

I v hrob yoho polozyly,
I kamenem navalyly.

Pryishla k yomu ta Bozaya maty,
Stala z plakat' shche y rydaty.

– Oy synku miy, oy Bozyi miy,
Chy navyeki, synku, pomyrayesh?

Chy za ves' myr muky prynimayesh?
Pryinyav muky, pryinyav rany.

Pryinyav muky, pryinyav rany
Za vsich ze pravoslavnych chrystiyan.