Ode 6. Irmos.

Let the seven Holy Youths, equal in number to Wisdom’s pillars, be praised, who crushed the tyrants’ godless decree with words as with stones.

Guarded by the law of divine foreknowledge, you accepted the cave, a temporary tomb, in which, O Saints, you appeared dead yet incorrupt for many years.

Associates of incorruption, O Martyrs, you drive out dead and destructive faith and you intercede to God for those who hope in the Resurrection.

Now woman’s nature rejoices, for grief has ended and joy has flowered; for Mary has given birth to joy, the Saviour and Lord.

Surrounded by a deep of offences, I call on the unfathomable deep of your compassion: O God, bring me up from corruption.

On the 4th of the same month, commemoration of the seven holy Youths of Ephesus, Maximilian, Exakustodianos, Iamblichus, Martinian, Dionysios, John and Constantine.

Septet the choir of Martyrs that I praise,

Who showed the world the Rising of the dead.

Seven the dead who arose, and together they died on the fourth day.

On the same day, commemoration of the translation of the relics of our Venerable Mother, the Martyr Evdokia.

Whence this sweet fragrance? Evdokia’s corse

Comes with the sweet scent of her struggles’ grace.

And as a corpse she was brought on the fourth Evdokia, the noble. 2

On the same day the Holy Martyr Thathouel died, hanged from a apple-tree.

Die, Thathouel, hanged from an apple- tree,

That Eden’s wondrous apples you may pluck.

On the same day, commemoration of the Holy Martyr Ia and her companions. 3

Fragrance of violets Martyr Ia breathes,

Of blood deep-dyed in scarlet from her wounds.

At their holy intercessions, O God, have mercy and save us. Amen.