Irmos: I have heard, O Lord, the mystery of Thy dispensation; I have understood Thy works, and have glorified Thy divinity.
Depicting Thy divine suffering, O Almighty, Thy divinely wise martyr endured hanging and the pain of wounds.
Theotokion: Still thou the turmoil of my passions and the tempest of my transgressions, O Bride of God who gavest birth to the Lord and Pilot.
With the drops of thy blood thou didst quench the fire of vainglory, and the torrents of polytheism were likewise engulfed, O most blessed one.
By the buffeting of thy cheeks thou didst smite the faces of the demons, O martyr, and the shattering of thy face scattered falsehood like dust.
They who wounded the body of thee, who emulated the life of the incorporeal beings, fell dead, smitten by the divine hands of the bodiless ones.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.