Life, how can you perish, or how dwell in a tomb? Yet the royal hall of Death you now bring to naught, and from Hades’ realm you raise the dead again.
Now we magnify you, O Lord Jesus our King; we pay honor to your Passion and burial, for from foul corruption you saved us through them.
King of all, O Jesus, who established earth’s bounds, on this day you make your home in a little tomb, raising up the dead of ages from their graves.
O my Christ, my Jesus, king and monarch of all, seeking what have you descended to those in Hell? Was it not to liberate the mortal race?
He who governs all things here is seen as a corpse. New the grave in which the body is laid to rest, of the one who empties graves of all their dead.
In the tomb they laid you, you, O Christ, who are Life. Death itself you brought to nothing by your own death, and became the found of life for all the world.
Guilty with the guilty, you were judged, O my Christ, at the moment you wrought justice for all of us from the ancient trickster’s foul and evil deeds.
Fairer he in beauty than are all mortal kind, now a corpse we see unsightly, bereft of form, he who beautified the nature of all things.
How could Hell endure it when in splendor you came, and how not be swiftly shattered and plunged in dark, blinded by the blazing glory of your light?
Light that saves, O Jesus, you are sweetness to me. In the darkness of the grave how can you lie hid, O forbearance that no language can express?
Angels are bewildered, and the bodiless host at a loss, O Christ, before that great mystery: your ineffable entombment beyond speech.
O most strange of wonders! What new deeds we now see! He who gave me my life’s breath lies unbreathing now, borne to burial at noble Joseph’s hands.
Like the sun when setting, to the tomb you descend; yet, O Christ, your Father’s bosom you do not leave. What strange paradox, what wondrous thing this is!
As the sky’s true monarch, as the true king of the earth, though enclosed within the narrowest sepulcher, you were known by all creation, Jesus Lord.
In the tomb they laid you, O Christ, who are Life; in amazement angel armies lift up their song, as they glorify your self-abasement, Lord.”—Service of Lamentations, first stanza (via the-violent-take-it-by-force)