Irmos: Stretching forth his hands, Daniel shut the lions’ mouths in the pit; and the young lovers of piety, girded about with virtue, quenched the power of the fire, crying out: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Opposing the enemy with thy struggles, O martyr Theodotus, thou didst tread the heavenly path which leadeth to the kingdom, for thy feet were pierced with nails, O glorious one; and thou didst chant: Bless the Lord, O ye works of the Lord!
Theotokion: Thou hast washed away all defilement from human nature, O all-pure one, having given rise to the heavenly Rain Who became a man; and thou, O pure one, hast made us new who have waxed old, and we cry out: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Irmos: The birthgiving of the Theotokos saved the pious children in the furnace — then in figure, but now in deed — and it moveth all the world to chant to Thee: Hymn ye the Lord and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Preaching God Who came to earth and destroyed most pernicious suffering with His sufferings, O Theodotus, thou didst accept divine and blessed suffering, crying aloud: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
With the drops of thy blood and the stream of thy sacred teachings thou didst water the hearts of the faithful with grace, O most wise one; and thou didst labor that they might put forth divine understanding for the Husbandman of good things. Unto Him do we cry out: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Accept my lamentation, O my Mistress, and quench the fire which hath been kindled by the adversaries, that I may recognize my God and cry out to Him with zeal: Hymn and exalt Him supremely forever!
I am hungry and cry out to thee, O Mistress, and I entreat thee: Let not corruption be my lot, but thy mercy! Wherefore, I say thereof: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord; hymn and exalt Him supremely forever!
Drive from me overweening pride, O gracious one, and quench the fire of my wounds. Not like smoke, but like sweet savor before the Lord, will I chant to my brethren: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt the Lord supremely forever!
Out of the furnace of my burning as from the flame of hell I cry to thee: O Virgin Mistress, sprinkle upon me the dew of thy tears which were shed at the Cross of thy Son, and I shall cry out, exclaiming: Bless the Mother of God Most High! Hymn and exalt the Lord supremely forever!
With the light of thy humble-mindedness illumine mine eye which loveth darkness, and I shall recognize the will of Him Who fashioned me; and not from my own wisdom, but from my heart I shall exclaim to Him: Chant unto Him and exalt Him supremely forever!
Where sin is, there is the gnashing of teeth; but be not silent, O pure Virgin, and grant me speech of understanding, that I may bear my burden and cry out in God my Savior: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord; hymn and exalt Him supremely forever!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.