Ode 6.

Taking up a manly mind in a woman’s body, you went out a Martyr to the combat of the tyrants, and with the sword of endurance you slew them.

Still stained with drops of blood, you stand, O all-revered, before the Bridegroom, made lovely with beauties of every kind, and you delight for ever in his beauty.

Wounded by divine love, you cried out: I hasten to reach Christ, who is lovely in his beauty; therefore I endure torments, joyful with unflinching mind.

O wonder newer than all wonders, that though as a virgin you conceived in the womb without knowing man the One who controls the universe, you ere not straitened.

I will sacrifice to you with a voice of praise, O Lord, the Church cries to you, cleansed from the filth of demons by the blood which flowed with pity from your side.