Irmos: The uttermost abyss hath surrounded us, and there is none to deliver us. We are accounted as lambs for the slaughter. Save Thy people, O our God, for Thou art the strength and correction of the weak!
Kontakion, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel: “Having been lifted up...” —
Your virtues perfume the assemblies of men, O right glorious martyrs, manifestly dispelling the foul stench of polytheism, in that ye have now been shown to be the fragrance of God.
Theotokion: From the mire of the passions and the pit of sinful falls do thou raise me up and set aright me, thy servant, who confess thee to be the Theotokos, O pure one; for thou art ever the restoration of the fallen.
With the dew of faith did ye extinguish the burning flame, O blessed ones, and ye fervently enkindled the desire to suffer within Agathonica, who was with you, O noble ones; and with her did ye manfully undergo suffering.
Honed by the infliction of pain, O valiant athletes Carpus and Papylas, ye were truly shown to be swords of heavenly workmanship, hewing down legions of the enemy.
As a most precious treasure and a wellspring pouring forth streams of healings hath the Master bestowed your relics upon those on earth; for they removed the afflictions of divers passions and unceasingly impart grace to men’s souls. Wherefore, together we celebrate your festival, O divine martyrs.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.