Ode 7. Irmos.

Of the Forerunner. Another Irmos.

The prayer of the Youths extinguished the fire, the furnace turned to dew was herald of the wonder, not burning, not consuming those who sang the praise of the God of our Fathers.

O Christ Saviour pardon my iniquities, my injustices, my numberless offences and through the multitude of your acts of pity deliver me from the punishment to come.

**Ode 8. Irmos.**

Like the Prodigal I have now squandered the wealth I received and I am perishing from hunger, deprived of the divine food. Accept me repentant, O Saviour, and save me.

Of the Forerunner. Another Irmos.

Of the Martyrs.

You put the warring enemy to death when your limbs were put to death by many torments, noble Martyrs of the Lord; and so we believers devoutly praise you.

Regiments of demons and a whole multitude of tyrants you wounded, O Martyrs, with the arrows of courage and brave endurance, and now you have been taken over to true life.

You have been revealed to all, pure Virgin, as a haven of salvation, calming the tempest of the passions and leading all the humble on earth to the calm of repentance, O holy one.

The highly exalted.

With words we beseech you, Forerunner of the Word, as you unloosed your father’s voice when you were born, so the halters of our sins.

O sun of many lights, illumine me with the radiance of salvation and free me from the darkness of the passions which trouble my sombre heart.

I have acquired a barren soul, a childless heart. Godlike offshoot of a barren womb, Baptist of Christ entreat without ceasing that I may sprout fruits of repentance.

Of the Trinity.

We glorify the Son, equal to the Father, and the holy Spirit, Trinity undivided, as inspired by God we sing: O God, blessed are you.

You bore a new born child, O All-blameless, Christ, who effects the refashioning of us who had been made old by the ancient transgression.

O company of Angels, assembly of mankind, the King and Creator of the universe you priests praise, Levites bless, people highly exalt to all the ages.

See, the bruises of my soul have become rotten and corrupt, O Christ, and I have become wretched and utterly bowed down; cure me, O Saviour, with the medicines of repentance.

Cunningly the most wicked serpent tricked me and filled me with evils, and groaning I cry: O Word, do not reject me who am condemned and brought low.

Of the Martyrs.

All-praised Martyrs of the Lord, not fire, nor sword, nor wild beasts, nor hunger, nor rending wheel, nor any other torment had strength to part you from the God who loves mankind.

Boast of Angels, salvation of mortals, become my helper, Mother of God, that I may turn back and acquire release from my sins in knowledge and in ignorance.

For you the Creator of all.

You wash a people in the streams of Jordan, as you proclaim repentance, mighty Forerunner; therefore I cry out to you: Dry up the streams of my passions, sending me wellsprings of tears.

My whole soul tremble as you consider the tribunal of the Almighty and cry: Through your Baptist, O Pitying, take pity on me, save and deliver me from the torments.

Of the Trinity.

Shower on us forgiveness of sins, Father, Son and Spirit, consubstantial Trinity; that having gained complete salvation we may highly exalt you to all the ages.

By your lofty child-bearing you have raised us from our fall into pits of destruction, O Maiden graced by God; therefore with thankful voices we exalt you to all the ages.