Blest is the Fruit who dawned from you, O blessed woman.

– No one knows what to call your mother, O Lord: if one calls her a virgin, her Son appears; if married, no man has known her. And if your mother is incomprehensible, who could know you?

– She alone is your mother, and she is your sister with all: she became your mother, and she became your sister, and she is also your betrothed, like all the consecrated. You have adorned the beauty of your mother with all things.

– She was your betrothed according to custom before you came, but she conceived not according to custom when you came, O Holy One, and she was a virgin when she gave birth to you in holiness.