Ode 9. Irmos.

Another Irmos. Isaias, dance!

O blesséd among women and blessed by God, with hymns we, the human race, magnify you.

Be merciful, Lord, to me who have senselessly offended times without number, and make worthy, O Word, of your Kingdom.

As you saved the Ninevites of old when they repented, only Saviour, by your mercy save us too who sing your praise.

Of the Martyrs.

By giving up the flesh to strokes of every kind, you saved the soul unstruck, Champions of the Lord, sharers of divine glory.

Champions of the Lord of all things, you have been revealed as stars that shine by day on earth, lighting the souls of all.

Like a fiery throne you carry him who carries all things by his will, O Virgin, and you suckle him who nourishes all things.

Of the Bodiless Powers.

You are the leaders of the heavenly hosts, most radiant Michael, godlike Gabriel, who became the all-truthful herald of the divine incarnation.

You make your treasure overflow with rich gifts, you bring into being the angelic ranks, with whom you will come as Judge of all and God; spare me, Master, who have fled to you, in your mercy.

As spirits Archangels, Authorities, Thrones, Cherubim, Powers and Seraphim, bright Angels, Principalities, Dominions worship with trembling your Son, All-blest Mother of God.