Irmos: Shine forth upon me the light of Thy precepts, O Lord, for my spirit riseth early unto Thee and hymneth Thee: for Thou art our God, and I flee to Thee, O King of peace.
Foundering in the quicksand and abyss of my sins and having fallen into the tempest of mine evil deeds, I cry to thee: Be thou my helper!
Theotokion: O Theotokos, thou art the subject of the prophets’ proclamation, the boast of the angels and the adornment of martyrs, bearing the divine Word, Who was ineffably begotten of the Father before time began, O all-pure one.
When the soles of thy feet were pierced with nails, O martyr, thou didst sing: “In the path of Thy testimonies have I richly delighted, enduring wounds in the expectation of reward, O Master, Thou Judge of the contest!”
Having traded well in torment, thou didst trim thy lamp with the oil of mercy, O all-blessed one; wherefore, thou didst become a wholly unblemished sacrifice, an acceptable whole-burnt offering.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.