At the Aposticha, Prosomia. Tone 8.

Glory. Both now.

O amazing wonder! How from a childless mother and fruitless sterility a rod is growing which bears a flower, the Mother of God who knows not wedlock, from the righteous Joachim and Anne. Therefore too the assembly of Prophets and the whole company of Patriarchs now rejoices at her nativity.

Tone 2.

Glory. Both now.

Hear, O daughter, and see, and incline your ear; and forget your people and your father’s house.

Come children of Adam, let us sing the praise of her who came of David’s line and gave birth to Christ, Mary the all-pure Virgin.

Today David exults, Jesse now leaps for joy and Levi is magnified; Joachim the righteous rejoices in spirit and Anne is freed from childlessness at your nativity, immaculate Mary, graced by God. The company of Angels with us mortals all call your godlike womb blessed.

Hear, O daughter, and see, and incline your ear; and forget your people and your father’s house.

The wealthy of the people will entreat your face.

Let us offer praise to the Redeemer, the Lord who from a barren womb gave us the Mother of God and only ever-virgin.

Rejoice, company of mortals; rejoice, temple of the Lord; rejoice, holy mountain; rejoice, divine table; rejoice, lampstand all filled with light; rejoice, honoured glory of the orthodox; rejoice, Mary, Mother of Christ God; rejoice, all-blameless; rejoice, throne of fire; rejoice, tabernacle; rejoice, bush unconsumed by fire; rejoice, hope of all.

The wealthy of the people will entreat your face.

**Tone 4. By Germanos.**

Today the joy of the whole inhabited world, the Mother of my Lord, is born from a barren womb.

From the righteous Joachim and Anne there has dawned for us he universal joy: the all-praised Virgin, who through her surpassing purity becomes the living temple of God, and is alone acknowledged to be in truth Mother of God. At her intercessions, Christ our God, send down peace on the world and to our souls your great mercy.

The foreordained Queen of all, God’s dwelling place, sacred enclosure of the eternal being, has come forth today from the barren womb of glorious Anne. Through her rash Hell has been trampled down and Eve the mother of all living dwells in unfailing life. As is fitting let us cry out to her: Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.

Apolytikion. Tone 4.

And the rest as usual, and Dismissal.

From Jesse’s root and from David’s loins Mary the child of God is being born for us today, and so the universe rejoices and is renewed; heaven rejoices together with the earth. Praise her families of the nations. Joachim rejoices and Anne keeps festival as she cries, ‘The barren gives birth to the Mother of God, the nourisher of our life’.