Irmos: Madly did the Chaldæan tyrant heat the furnace sevenfold for the pious ones; but, beholding them saved by a higher Power, he cried out to the Creator and Deliverer: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
For his own purposes the tyrant strove to break the might and power of thine endurance with blandishments, O most blessed Isidore; but thou, O divinely wise one, didst cry out: “I fear Christ and serve Him! Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Theotokion: Even the tongues of orators are unable to praise thee, O Theotokos Mary, O pure Maiden, Bride of God; for from thy virginal womb which knew not wedlock thou gavest birth to Him Who is God over all, Whom the children bless, the priests hymn, and the people exalt supremely for all ages.
Most radiant like the sun, thy countenance was shown to be serene through thy joy in martyrdom; for, slain like an unblemished lamb, thou didst offer thyself to God, to Whom as Creator thou didst cry out in hymns: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Thy body appeared radiant to the ranks of angels who love thee and bore it aloft, O Isidore, shining with the effulgence of miracles and with the divers graces of wonderworking; and thou givest abundant healing unto those who cry: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.