Ode 6. The Irmos.

Of the Saint. Another Irmos.

Sick on the rolling swell of the cares of this life, thrown overboard by the sins that sail with me and hurled to the soul-destroying beast, as Jonas, O Christ, I cry to you: Bring me up from these death-dealing deeps.

Having become divine Disciples of wisdom itself, they made foolish the wisdom of the Greeks, destroyed the false teacher of evil and as wise men enlightened those who were wandering lost in ignorance with the light of true religion.

Of old you cleansed Peter’s fault with tears, O Christ; at his prayers cleanse the numberless offences of my soul through your great compassion and your surpassing goodness.

Of old you took pity on the repentant Ninivites; through your Apostles have mercy too on me in your customary compassion; and do not cast me down beneath a multitude of punishments, O Redeemer, because of the multitude of my offences.

Mother of the light, enlighten my soul, darkened by the passions, and entreat, with Apostles, Prophets and Martyrs, that I may be delivered from every sin, every harm, every evil of the enemy.

Jonas cried out. Ὁ Ἰωνᾶς ἐκ κοιλίας.

You set at naught the unjust sentence of death, and by your compassion you saved those condemned to die, O Father, as the fervent defender of those who call on you.

End the diseases of our souls and stop up the mouths which are opened in vain against those who love you, most holy Shepherd.

With the medicine of your words you did away with the bitter pasture of the impiety of Arius, Holy Initiate, and you became a firm support of the Orthodox.

All-pure, heal my wretched soul, incurably sick from the deceptions of life and floods of many sins.