Irmos: Like a barren woman hath the Church of the nations given birth, and she could scarce bear the great assembly of children. Let us cry out to our wondrous God: Holy art Thou, O Lord!
Glory..., Now and ever...: Theotokion, in the same tone and melody—
Sessional hymn, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel: “Having been lifted up....”—
The steadfast adamants, while slain by the sword and constantly being subjected to all manner of pangs, cried out to our wondrous God: Holy art Thou, O Lord!
Theotokion: Even a celestial intelligence is unable to describe thy birthgiving which passeth understanding, O Maiden; for in thy womb thou didst conceive the Word, the primal intelligence, Who by His word created all things, O pure one.
With wisdom granted him by God, Codratus set at nought the wisdom of the heathens, enduring mockery and adorned with his own blood by the divine Spirit.
O ye faithful, in hymns let us with honor and wisdom rightly crown those who suffered with faith: Anectus and Codratus, Crescens and Paul, the godly Cyprian and Dionysius.
By enduring evils, with the most wise ones who suffered with thee, O Codratus, thou didst slay the proud enemy, O passion-bearer; and thou didst endure death by the sword. Wherefore, we celebrate your honored memory, crying aloud: Remember us to the Master, O invincible martyrs!
Who can describe the multitude of mine impure thoughts and the turbulence of my wicked mind, O all-immaculate one? Who can recount the assaults of mine incorporeal foes and their malice? Yet by thine entreaty, O good one, grant me deliverance from them all.
Or this Stavrotheotokion—
Beholding Thee hanging upon the Cross, O Christ, Who wast begotten of the unoriginate Father, she who in latter times gave birth unto Thee cried out: “Woe is me, O most beloved Jesus! How is it that Thou, O my Son, Who art glorified as God by the angels, art now being crucified by iniquitous men? I hymn thee, O Long-suffering One!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.