Ode 3. Irmos.

Ω The lawless dug your hands and feet, [18] my Jesus, who of old ineffably fashioned [19] humanity with your palm and through your passion, Christ God, delivered us all from passions and decay.

To the tune: To the Son begotten of the Father.

Σ Let the moon and sun stop in their course cried Jesus, [20] foreshadowing the eclipse of the great lights [21] when the Master suffered in the flesh on the Cross. [22] Through him [23] the evil principalities of darkness were exposed to public contempt. [24]

Let no mortal boast in their wisdom or their wealth [17] , but in faith of the Lord, crying out with right belief to Christ our God and ever singing, ‘Establish me, Master, on the rock of your com­mand­ments.’

Of the Martyrs

Ε The holy Martyrs eagerly bore sufferings, by being wounded they wounded the serpent Beliar; [25] and so they ever heal the sufferings of our souls by divine approval. [26]

Σ You cast down the pillars and temples of the demons, holy Martyrs; by endurance and courage you wondrously raised yourselves as temples able to contain the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Cross-Theotokion

Ω At the hour of the Passion, as you looked on the One who is comely in beauty [27] without form or beauty [28] , you cried out with bitter lamentation, pure Virgin, ‘Alas, how do you suffer, my Son, who wish to deliver all from passions’.

Another, of the Mother of God. Irmos.

D As you gave birth to the Master of all and are Mistress of all, now snatch me, O All-unblemished, from the mastery of unclean passions; to which, though, I have miserably enslaved myself through idleness and perversity of will. [29]

E Being you are ever compassionate, as you alone bore the Lord compassionate and good, do not reject me, O Immaculate, who am without compassion and without loving-kindness, but turn me back by your intercessions.

Z Snatch me, O Virgin, from a tempest of disgraceful thoughts, dangers, afflictions, and temptations; guide me straight to divine havens and fill my mind with calm, O only All-praised.