Ode 7.

When he ordered you to sacrifice to idols, you utterly despised the impious tyrant, young Maidens, as you cried, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

Your minds aflame with rays that came from God, O all-praised, you darkened the gloom of idols, as you cried, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

Not hacking off of limbs, not persecution, not affliction could in any way separate from Christ the Martyrs, as they cried, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

Beyond nature, O Maiden, you were found worthy to bear in your womb God, who refashions those who sing with faith, ‘O Christ, blessed are you!’