Ode 6.

Having warded off the passions of the soul by the power of the Word, you put to rout all the regiments of the demons, magnifying your Bridegroom with fasts and prayers and tears.

Attend to my prayer and hearken to my much afflicted soul; for see, my life has passed away in Hades; and grant me, O Christ, I implore, forgiveness of faults at the entreaties of your Saint.

Having bravely endured ascetic toil beyond nature with fasts and prayers, and gained mastery of the passions, you have been adorned with the robe of dispassion and been named a fair bride of the Saviour.

Put the stirrings of my flesh to death, O All-blameless, who gave birth to life, and change the tossing of the passions to calm; and become for me a helper, rescuing me from the dangers of life.

An abyss of sins and a tempest of faults troubles me, and forces me violently towards the depth of despair; but stretch out to me your mighty hand, as to Peter, and bring me up from the depth of corruption.