Irmos: The abyss engulfed me, and the sea monster became a tomb for me; yet I cried unto Thee Who lovest mankind, and Thy right hand saved me, O Lord.
Kontakion, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “As firstfruits…” —
The choir of Thy martyrs came to share the habitations of the angels; for, having finished their race, they now pray that our souls be saved.
In gladness the martyrs cried out: “Take Thou our souls into Thy hands, O Master Who lovest mankind, and grant them rest; for Thee alone, Who art greatly merciful, do we love!”
Theotokion: What words can recount the wonder of thy seedless conception, O all-immaculate one? For Thou didst conceive God Who came for us in His loving-kindness.
O divinely chosen choir of martyrs, ye glory of the martyrs, beauty of the martyrs, earnestly pray that all who have recourse to you may be saved.
For the sake of Christ, O martyrs, ye endured many torments. Ye set at nought all of idolatrous polytheism and destroyed all the ungodliness of every falsehood, trampling them down by the power of Christ. And ye teach us all to chant openly, with faith: Alleluia!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.