Irmos: There is none as holy as Thee, O Lord my God, Who hast uplifted the horn of Thy faithful and established us on the rock of the confession of Thee, O Good One.
Thou dost strengthen thyself with divine might and zealously goest forth to the contest, O most blessed one, enduring the stripes and wounds inflicted by the persecutors, O most valiant athlete and martyr.
Theotokion: Let us manifestly hymn Mary, the pure palace of the Master, the divine ladder reaching from earth to the heights of heaven, which Jacob beheld of old.
Christ, the great Judge of the contest, giveth thee the strength to destroy deception and to put to shame the enemy who boasteth shamelessly and rageth in vain, O martyr.
With manly pangs the choir of the saints cast down the serpent, the author of evil, suffering mightily and enduring scourging and wounds through the power of the divine Spirit.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.