¶1
Irmos: Glory to Thee! Glory to Thee, O Jesus, Son of God, Who hast shone forth the light, hast illumined the morning, and made manifest the day!
¶2
The pangs attendant upon thy sores have plaited for thee a great many wreaths, O glorious Job, consoling thee for the evils thou didst endure.
¶3
Theotokion: O Virgin, creation crieth out, offering thee the words of the angel: Rejoice, O pure Mother of Jesus the Son of God!
¶4
Like a youth thou wast shown to be invincible amid evils, O righteous and blameless Job, and even in thy wealth thou didst merit no reproach.
¶5
Keeping watch to preserve thy soul unharmed, O glorious one, thou didst valiantly endure the cruel storm of the enemy.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.