At Vespers

Glory..., Now and ever..., Theotokion—

On “Lord, I have cried...,” 6 stichera; 3 for the prophet, in Tone I: Spec. Mel: “O all-praised martyrs...”—

Troparion of the martyr, in Tone IV—

As a splendid receptacle of the Spirit and one illumined by Him, O Obadiah of vision most divine, thou wast enriched by the image of prophecy, the foreknowledge of things to come, and the knowledge of the truth. Pray thou now, that He grant our souls peace and great mercy.

Of the primary traits and essential proofs whereby God is depicted do the glorious and honorable prophets partake as a gift secondarily through communion and grace when the Lord illumineth His favored ones with His effulgence.

Full of never-waning light, beholding glory which transcendeth understanding and reason, and standing before the Master of all, thou wast a glorious prophet and a divine herald of God. Him do thou entreat, that He grant our souls peace and great mercy.

And 3 for the martyr, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel: “As one valiant among the martyrs...”—

Firmer than a pillar, stronger than brass, and mightier than iron wast thou; for, when heated by fire, each of them doth disintegrate and is straightway destroyed, overcome by the force thereof; but thine unwavering right hand, outstretched over the burning coals, O most wise one, did triumph most gloriously.

As though thou wast a priest standing before God and coming before Him, not with another’s blood, but with thine own most of all, O blessed one, thou didst offer an incense of sweet savor with thy martyr’s hand, not to demonic illusions, but to Christ, the Savior and Master, Who reigneth forever.

A priest who offereth and a lamb which is offered: both do we joyously call thee, O most lauded one; for as both wast thou immolated in the fire of torment as an unblemished sacrifice to God. Him do thou entreat, that He save those who ever honor thy most glorious memory.

With the showers of the all-holy Spirit bedew thou my mind, O all-pure one, who gavest birth unto Christ, the gentle Rain from heaven, Who, by His compassions, doth wash away the incalculably boundless iniquities of men; dry up the wellspring of my passions, and ever vouchsafe unto me a torrent of the sweetness of life by thy supplications.

Or this Stavrotheotokion—

As she beheld Thee, the Lamb and Shepherd, upon the Tree, the ewe-lamb who gave birth to Thee lamented and maternally exclaimed to Thee: O my Son most desired, how is it that Thou art suspended upon the Tree of the Cross, O Long-suffering One? How is it, O Word, that Thy hands and feet have been nailed by the iniquitous? How hast thou shed Thy blood, O Master?

In his sufferings, O Lord, thy martyr Barlaam received an imperishable crown from Thee, our God; for, possessed of Thy might, he cast down the tormentors and set at naught the feeble audacity of the demons. By his prayers do Thou save our souls.