Ode 4.

Like wolves, O Martyr, the ill-intentioned tore you, the spotless lamb, in pieces by tortures and perfected you as an utterly unblemished, godly sacrifice and victim to God.

By her martyr’s resistance she routed the one who by deception tripped the first Eve by the heel and destroyed him, proving him to be powerless, as she sang to Christ: Glory to your power, O Lord!

Your heart aflame with love for the Bridegroom, you quenched the coals of error, noble-minded Martyr with the streams of your blood, and dried up the sea of the cult of many gods.

Without knowing wedlock you bore a child, O Virgin, and after giving birth you remained still a Virgin; therefore, Sovereign Lady, with never silent voices and unshakeable faith we cry to you: Hail!