¶1
Irmos: Enlighten us with Thy commandments, O Lord, and with Thine upraised arm grant us Thy peace, O Thou Who lovest mankind.
¶2
Thou didst patiently endure the wounding of thy flesh, O blessed Eupsychius, when thou wast suspended aloft for thy zeal for the Master of all creation.
¶3
Theotokion: O Mistress of all, ever pray for those who set their hope on thee, that we may be delivered from the coming judgment.
¶4
Thy sides lacerated and thy skin peeled away, with manly mind thou didst chant unto Christ, O martyr most patient.
¶5
When thou didst chant unto God, an angel appeared to thee, urging thee on to struggles; and, enabled by the Lord, thou didst accomplish them.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.