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!
Sessional hymn, in Tone V —
O glorious Juvenal, thou companion of the God-bearing fathers, denouncer of the false wisdom of the heretics, golden trumpet proclaiming the Truth unto the world: establish us in the Orthodox Faith.
Theotokion: O righteous Anna, join chorus now with us, for thou gavest birth to her who is more glorious than the seraphim and more spacious than the heavens, whose sacred robe we reverently kiss today, which is more precious than the purple vesture of kings, inwoven with gold, and is the protection and bulwark of the Christian people.
O sacred head of Sion, the mother of Churches, opposing the impiety of Nestorius thou didst cry out to the Theotokos: “O Virgin, stop thou the mouths of the ungodly, for there is none besides thee who hath contained God!”
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion —
The artfully contrived reasoning of false understanding didst thou reject, O holy hierarch, and thou didst explain the divine Truth both to the all-wise and to children, who chant together: There is none more holy than Thee, O Lord!
O Juvenal, thou sacred intercessor for the earthly Jerusalem, blessed dweller in the heavenly Jerusalem, who sharest in the life which waxeth not old: instruct thou the young and the old, that they may preserve unadulterated the dogmas of Orthodoxy, may stand, even unto death, for the Faith of their fathers, and may piously honor and call the Ever-virgin Mary the Theotokos. To her do thou now pray in behalf of our souls.
O pure Ever-virgin, thou fervent and invincible intercessor, excellent and unashamed hope, rampart, protection and refuge of those who have recourse unto thee: with the angels entreat thy Son and God, that He grant peace, salvation and great mercy to the world.
Stavrotheotokion —
Beholding Thee hanging of Thine own will upon the Cross between the thieves, O Christ, Thy Mother said maternally, her womb rent with pain: “O my sinless Son, how is it that Thou art unjustly nailed as a malefactor to the Cross, desiring to bring life to the human race, in that Thou art compassionate?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.