Ode 6. The Irmos.

A deep of the passions has risen against me and tempests of contrary winds; but do you come before me and save me, and deliver me from corruption, as you saved the Prophet from the beast.

I have become dulled by the gloom of sin and I lie wholly inactive; Christ God, who were once pierced by a lance for my sake, take pity on me in your compassion.

Sick with insensibility I groan, yet remain in wickedness; I weep yet do not tremble at the judgement; take pity on me, Word of God, and save me by your good judgements.

Of the Martyrs.

Like lambs without striving, uttering neither word nor sound, all-famed Athletes, you were led to the slaughter as you hymned Christ.

With joyful soul you were given over as fodder to wild beasts, you were acquainted with the depths of the sea; and so Christ adorned you, O Athletes, with incorruptible crowns of victory.

O you the door of those who are saved by faith, the gate through which alone has passed he was incarnate for us, open the gates of justice to us who sing your praise with faith.

Of the Forerunner.

With water you baptised the stream of delight as he bent beneath your hand; but implore him to send down to me, who have much offended, water of compunction, Wise Baptist.

In a river, O Prophet, you wash the abyss of mercy who roofs the heavens, his upper chambers, with waters, Jesus the lover of mankind; beseech him to rain forgiveness on me.

The Kingdom of heaven has drawn near, repent, you cried, O Forerunner; make those worthy to reach it who honour you with love and who take refuge under your revered protection.

Immaculate, who lent your flesh to the Creator, with the Powers above, with all the Prophets, Apostles and Martyrs, intercede with him to take pity and save me.