¶1
Irmos: Thou art the confirmation of those who have recourse to Thee, O Lord; Thou art the light of the benighted; and my spirit doth hymn Thee.
¶2
Come, ye sojourners, and let us joyfully lift up our voices today, blessing Zoticus on this, his splendid festival.
¶3
Theotokion: In thy birthgiving, O most pure one, thou didst cause every tempest to cease; wherefore, rulers vanquish the enemy, revelling in peace.
¶4
Like Abraham in his day, thou didst set up a tent as thy dwelling-place, receiving all the poor and richly nurturing them.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.