Irmos: When the golden image was worshipped on the plain of Dura, Thy three youths spurned the ungodly command, and, cast into the midst of the fire, bedewed, they sang: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
When thy body was dismembered, O martyr James, strengthened by divine faith, noetic might and spiritual endurance, thou wast unmoved and unshaken, crying: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Theotokion: Thou hast been shown to be a lampstand of golden luster for the never-waning Light, the Lamp of divine splendor, and thou didst illumine all the world with the radiance of thine honorable virginity, and savest those who chant: Blessed art thou who hast given birth to God in the flesh!
Irmos The divinely wise youths worshipped not a creation rather than the Creator, but, manfully trampling the threat of the fire underfoot, they rejoice, chanting: Blessed art Thou, the all-hymned God of our fathers!
Having set thy thoughts on the goal of a higher calling, thou wast not overwhelmed when torments were poured forth upon thee; but, enduring the wounds inflicted on thee by the iniquitous as is meet, dismembered, thou didst chant: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Blessed art Thou, and well is it for thee now, O most blessed one, who vanquished the savage cruelty of the wicked one and the wrath of the tyrant, saying with zeal: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
The angels in thy service revere thee, the seraphim glorify thee in fear, O Theotokos; and how can we who dwell on earth dare to hymn thee with our impure lips? Yet we hope in thy mercy, and of thee unceasingly cry out to the Master and Creator of all: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
O Christ, accept Thy most pure Mother whom Thou hast given us as a help and who now doth fervently pray for us, that attaining unto life everlasting through her intercessions, we may cry out with all who have obtained salvation: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
O Lord, Who callest Thy Mother blessed, be Thou entreated through her intercession, and may the light of Thy countenance be signed upon us, that, rising from the sleep of sin, we may piously begin to walk towards the day, unceasingly crying out in our hearts: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Emulating the children in Babylon, let us not bow down before the golden image of man-pleasing and Mammon, but let us venerate the image of the immaculate Mother of our God and, filled with heavenly joy, let us cry out to Christ, the Benefactor of all: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.