Irmos: Wherefore hast Thou turned Thy face from me, O Light never-waning? And why hath a strange darkness covered me, wretch that I am? But turn me, and guide my steps to the light of Thy commandments, I pray.
Broken in body, O all-glorious martyr, by thy many tortures thou didst wreak destruction upon the graven images through grace. Wherefore, by divine grace thou healest the afflictions of soul of all the pious.
Theotokion: Of old, the prophet beheld thee in the Spirit, O Maiden, as a noetic lamp-stand holding Christ God like a lamp, illumining with ineffable light all of us who faithfully honor thee, O all-immaculate one.
When thou wast given bitter potions to drink, O martyr, thou didst remain unharmed, calling him who administered them to thee unto the excellent Faith; and he was all-radiantly converted to the beauty of martyrdom by thy splendid wonder-working.
O blessed one, thou wast in nowise turned from the goodly stand of Him Who strengthened and made thee steadfast, and directed all thy struggles, that thou mightest be with Him, gazing upon Him in simplicity of character.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.