Irmos: Cleanse me, O Savior, for many are my transgressions; and lead me up from the abyss of evils, I pray, for to Thee have I cried, and Thou hast hearkened to me, O God of my salvation.
Kontakion, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel: “As first fruits....”—
Blossoming forth like lilies in noetic valleys, ye fill all with divine fragrance, O most praised ones; and ye dispel all the stench of sin from men’s souls, O right wondrous passion-bearers.
Theotokion: Through thee, O all-immaculate one, God, Who is rich, taking my lowliness from thee, hath appeared unto mortals having assumed the flesh, granting access to immortality unto me.
Tortured in many ways, your members cut off, with the sword of true patience, Thy valiant passion-bearers cut down the enemy who knew Thee not, chanting a hymn unto Thee, O Word.
The wounds of the martyrs heal the sores of our souls; for, having wounded the foe mightily therewith through the divine Spirit, they have become free healing for those who ask it with fervor.
O mighty pillars of the Faith, right victorious martyrs, having undergone divers torments for Christ, ye remained hidden for many years; and now ye have been revealed like riches of great value, and are borne with honor into the church of Christ in the hands of a hierarch of God; and ye bestow that which is profitable upon those who ask. Wherefore, pray ye for our souls.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.