If the forefeast fall on a Saturday, this exapostilarion: Spec. Mel.: “To the disciples…”—
Irmos: Eve, through weakness, abode under the curse of disobedience; but thou, O Virgin Theotokos, hast put forth blessing for the world through the Offspring of thy child-bearing. Wherefore, we all magnify thee.
At the Aposticha, stichera of the Triodion: the idiomelon of the day, twice, and the martyricon; and Glory…, Now & ever…, in Tone IV—
Eve laid hold of the fruit, which resulted in all-destroying death; but in the midst of thee, O Mistress, the mediating Fruit of immortality groweth: Christ our sweetness. And chanting to Him, we glorify thee.
The Theotokos heard a tongue which she kneweth not; for the archangel spake unto her the words of the annunciation. And accepting his salutation with faith, she conceived Thee, the preëternal God. Wherefore, rejoicing, we cry out to Thee: O God Who wast immutably incarnate of her, grant peace to the world and great mercy to our souls!
Bowing down Thy heavens, O Word, Thou hast come down to us, and the womb of the Virgin hath already been prepared for Thee as a throne; and seated thereon as a most mighty King, Thou dost lift up the creation of Thy right hand from its fallen state.
O pure one, thou unsown field, receive at the angel’s word the Word of heaven, Who springeth forth from thee like fruitful wheat and nourisheth the ends of the earth with the grain of understanding. Worshipping Him, we glorify thee.
Christ desired thy beauty, O all-immaculate one, and made His abode within thy womb, that He might deliver the human race from the ugliness of the passions and bestow upon it its ancient comeliness. Worshipping Him, we glorify thee.
Flying down from on high, Gabriel cried out: “Rejoice!”, O Theotokos; for He Who sprang forth from thee blessed the children of Adam, annulling the whole curse of our first mother.
Glory…, Now & ever…: The foregoing is repeated.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.