Irmos: It is not possible for men to see God, upon Whom even the ranks of the angels dare not gaze; yet through thee, O most pure one, hath the Word appeared incarnate to men. Magnifying Him, with the armies of heaven we call thee blessed.
Thou didst restrain the ship of him who stole thy hand, together with its sailors, at the island of Paros until, understanding, he returned it, setting it again with the rest of thy precious body.
Theotokion: Desiring to save all men, the Lord chose thee to be His own Mother and set thee as the cause of every good thing for the faithful. And having embittered Him by our iniquity, O merciful Mistress, we hope to obtain mercy through thee.
Those who had been cast forth and restrained, having experienced the power inherent in thee, hastened together to thy relics to venerate them and embrace them; yet they found nothing, for they had vanished from sight, in a way which God alone knoweth.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
Having accepted the infliction of great pain, the moreso for Christ, O venerable one, and possessing great boldness to entreat Him, be thou mindful of those who honor thy divine memory, and ask for us cleansing of sins and correction of life.
Stichera, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “Joy of the ranks of heaven…”—
Desiring to receive everlasting good things, thou didst consider all pleasure in transitory things to be the merchandise of evil and food to be the burning of the passions. Wherefore, from childhood thou didst join the ranks of the monastics, O pure one.
Recognizing all the wiles of the unclean spirits, thou didst oppose them valiantly, uprooting the movements of the passions and, as David saith, laying hold of the children of evil and dashing them against the stone which is Christ.
Eluding the hands of the soldiers by the intervention of God, thou didst dwell in the wilderness, seeking Christ, and didst noetically pass over the worldly sea of the passions of life to the haven of the tranquility of the Most High, Whom thou didst desire. And thou dost behold Christ.
Rejoice, O mountain of curds! Rejoice, seat of God! Rejoice, divine dominion! Rejoice, bush unburnt! Rejoice, O Theotokos! Rejoice, thou bridal-chamber! Rejoice, ladder of heaven! Rejoice, O temple! Rejoice, O jar! Rejoice, O tabernacle! Rejoice, thou never-ending joy of the world!
Stavrotheotokion—
When the ewe-lamb, the immaculate Virgin, beheld the Lamb suspended upon the Cross, she cried out, weeping: “O my sweet Child, what new and all-glorious vision is this that I see? How is it that Thou, Who holdest all things in the palm of Thy hand, art nailed in the flesh to the Tree?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.