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Irmos: I have heard, O Lord, the mystery of Thy dispensation; I have understood Thy works, and have glorified Thy divinity.
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Theotokion: O Bride of God, vessel of virginity and habitation of the infinite Essence: enlighten my darkened soul.
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Thou wast an unflawed mirror receiving the brilliance of the Spirit, and the receptacle of the divine ascents, O God-bearer.
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Thou wast shown to be a lofty tree watered with tears, adorned with abstinence and laden with divine fruits, O father.
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With the pangs of abstinence thou didst work the field of thy mind, and didst raise as thy crop the grain-laden wheat of the virtues and the grace of miracles.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.