English translation of Aposticha 1 for Greet Friday Vespers

When from the Tree the Arimathean took you down as a dead body, O Christ, who are the life of all, he buried you, with myrrh and a shroud; and with love he embraced your immaculate body with heart and lips; yet, shrouded with fear, he cried out to you rejoicing, ‘Glory to your condescension, Lover of humankind!’