Irmos: Once, in Babylon, the activity of the fire was divided at the command of God, for it consumed the Chaldæans, yet bedewed the faithful, who sang: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
The wasting of thy body with cruel wounds by three-pronged claws didst thou endure, directing thy gaze to the reward which is to come which God, the Master and Lord of all, hath bestowed upon thee who cried out to Him, O glorious one.
Theotokion: Thou hast restored us who fled after the bitter tasting of the fruit of the tree and fell headlong, O all-pure one, who gavest birth unto our Creator, the hypostatic Word. And unto Him, O pure one, we cry: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Thou didst sanctify the earth with thy blood and hast shown thy much-suffering body to be a source of healing, ever driving away every infirmity, affliction and demonic harm from those who have recourse to thee in faith.
Thou art shown to be the adornment of passion-bearers, spurning with pious intent the things of this world and even more purchasing transcendent things with what is baser, O all-praised one, chanting through thy precious blood: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.