Ode 5.

Loving Christ, the Myrrh who was poured out, the noble-minded maiden followed him, glorifying him in songs.

Wounded in soul by your beauty, O Master, the virgin sped beyond visible beauties, made radiant by her struggle.

You offered yourself wholly to God, as the scarlet of virginity; perfecting the former with the dye of your blood.

We put you forward as an unbreakable weapon against foes; we have gained you, Bride of God, as anchor and hope of our salvation.