On “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “Joy of the ranks of heaven…”—
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
Having dwelt on earth, thou hast united thyself to the incorporeal ones, and with them dost unceasingly minister to the Trinity, O divinely blessed Artemon; wherefore, ever comporting thyself as a heavenly man, thou teachest mortals the divine wonders of heaven.
Illumined with divine radiance, thou didst lay waste to thy body with many torments, passing over to the immaterial effulgence wherewith, by thine entreaties, thou hast dispelled the dark night of the passions, enlightening our souls.
O hieromartyr, cease thou never to pray for those who celebrate thy memory with faith and hymn the many struggles of thy martyrdom, that we may be preserved from misfortunes and tribulations and delivered thereby from future corruption, O martyr Artemon, preacher of God.
Having stumbled through my corrupt character, I lie prostrate, yet do I hasten to thy tranquillity, O Virgin. Deliver me from the adverse tempest and multifarious temptations, that I may unceasingly hymn thy grace, O Ever-virgin Mother and Theotokos.
Stavrotheotokion—
Standing before the Cross of thy Son and God, and beholding His long-suffering, O pure Mother, thou didst say, weeping: “Woe is me, O my Child most sweet! How is it that Thou sufferest these things unjustly, O Word of God, that Thou mightest save mankind?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.