Irmos: Come, ye people, let us chant a hymn to Christ God, Who divided the sea and guided the people whom He had led forth from the bondage of Egypt, for He hath been glorified.
Theotokion: At thy word, O pure one, thou didst conceive in thy womb the Word Who by His word created all things; wherefore, with godly discourse we hymn thee, O divinely joyous one.
Canon of the holy apostle, the acrostic whereof is: “We hymn the glorious Aquila with love”, the composition of Joseph, in Tone II —
Irmos: Having traversed the water as though it were dry land, and escaped the evil of Egypt, the Israelite cried aloud: Let us chant unto our Deliverer and God!
Theotokion: Because of thee death was annulled and the sting of hell broken, O pure Mother; for thou gavest birth to the immortal Master Who died in the flesh.
With hallowed songs let us hymn the sacred Aquila, and let us cry out: By his supplications save us all, O Compassionate One, in that Thou art good!
Thou didst splendidly make thyself wholly a habitation of the Spirit, O blessed one, made luminous by the splendid rays thereof; wherefore, thou hast brought light to those who are in darkness.
Fortifying thy mind with the law of Christ, thou didst cast down all the arrogance of the iniquitous, and having suffered, O divinely blessed one, thou didst demolish all the temples of the idols.
Canon of the holy martyrs, the acrostic whereof is: “I hymn Cyricus and her who wisely gave him birth “, the composition of Joseph, in Tone VIII —
O ye who preached the Word Who is manifestly begotten of the Father and was incarnate of His Mother, ye became witnesses to His sufferings by your sufferings and death.
Like the luminous moon doth the glorious martyr join herself to, Cyricus, the sun who was born of her; and they have enlightened all creation with the rays of miracles.
Thou didst spurn transitory things, being in nowise moved, O martyr; and, bearing thy son in thine arms, with him thou didst cast into darkness the iniquitous and the deceit of the devil.
O glorious thy lineage, O martyr Julitta, by thy divers sufferings and tortures thou becamest the daughter of the immortal King.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.