Irmos: Having traversed the water as though it were dry land, and escaped the evil of Egypt, the Israelite cried aloud: Let us chant unto our Deliverer and God!
Opening His treasure-houses, the Bestower of understanding giveth the grace of the words thereof in abundance unto those who praise His athlete Artemon with faith.
Theotokion: We mortals have truly been upborne from earth to the heights of heaven by thy birthgiving, O pure Theotokos, and have been numbered with the choirs of the angels.
Wounded with the arrow of the all-sweet love of Christ from thy youth, O wise Artemon, the passionate attachments of the body did not cut thee off from His love.
Earnestly delving into depths of the divine Scriptures, O wise Artemon, thou didst draw forth a wealth of higher understanding, wherewith thou hast enriched all the faithful.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.