Ode 3. Let us not boast.

The lawless tyrant with lifeless thought tried to compel you terribly to deny Christ our life, all-revered Maidens, by torturing you.

The choir of Martyrs reckoned nothing to the hostile instruments laid before them, as they gazed with faith towards you, All-powerful, the one alone able to save.

Or Cross-Theotokion

The thrice-blessed Martyrs clearly found in heaven a treasure and an everlasting renown, as they drew near to God.

Appear and drive away the darkness of my soul, tear apart, pure Maiden, the cords of sin. Save me, you who bore the All-compassionate.

Let us not boast in wisdom and power and wealth, but in you, the empersonned of God the Father. For none is holy but you, O Lover of mankind.

Kathisma. Tone 4. Lifted up on the Cross.

Having struggled valiantly for the Trinity, you wounded the most crafty enemy, binding your spirits like sisters; therefore, Champions, you entered the heavenly Bridal Chamber with the five Virgins, and with the Angels you stand unceasingly with joy before the universal King.

We the unworthy will never keep silent, Mother of God, to speak of your acts of power, for if you did not stand forth in intercession, who would have delivered us from so many dangers? Who would have kept us free until now? We will never desert you, Sovereign lady, for you always save your servants from disasters of every kind.

The all-blameless Lamb and Virgin, when with grief of soul she saw the Son she had borne stretched out upon a Cross, was amazed and cried out: Where, my Child, so dearly loved, is the memory of your gifts and wonders, which the ungrateful people has enjoyed? But now you suffer all this to save the race of mortals and I hymn your compassion.