¶1
Irmos: Establishing me upon the rock of faith, Thou hast enlarged my mouth against mine enemies, for my spirit doth exult when I chant: There is none holy as our God, and none righteous save Thee, O Lord!
¶2
Vain was the plot of Herod, who, seeking to find freedom, iniquitously slew the infants; for in being baptized Christ our Deliverer granteth to all life which cannot be slain.
¶3
Of old the cruel edict of Herod slew the new generation of infants, filling Bethlehem with blood; but now Christ cometh to create many children of the Church through baptism
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Triodion II, in Tone VI—
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.