Ode 3. The Irmos.
Anastasis liturgical translations — translated by Ephrem Lash
**Theotokion.**
Barren and sterile soul, acquire fruit of good renown, and blessed with offspring cry out: My heart is established. None is holy; none is just but you, O Lord.
The sun of old seeing you hanging upon the tree, O Word, withdrew its light, the whole earth was shaken; when you died the dead arose, O all-powerful.
When you came with your soul to the belly of the earth, Hell speedily gave up the souls he had acquired, which loudly sang a song of thanks to your might, O only Lord.
O supremely Good, heal my soul which for many many years has been grievously sick; that I may tread the paths which you have marked out for those who love you.
With the ranks on high make intercession for those who sing your praise with faith, Archangel of God, guarding and protecting us who fall into the snares of life’s passions.
Glory let us cry aloud to Father, Son and Spirit: for God is one by nature, whom all the powers of heaven glorify in fear, crying: Holy, Holy, Holy!
Your conceiving was without seed, your child-bearing beyond understanding, O immaculate Virgin-Mother; an awesome thing, greatest marvel, feared by Angels, glorified by mortals, O Maiden, Sovereign Lady .
Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.