Irmos: O unoriginate Word, only-begotten Son, Who existed in the beginning with the Father and the Spirit: blessed and supremely exalted art Thou, O God of our fathers!
The choir of the apostles scattered throughout the world, illumining all the ends of the earth with the light of the Gospel. And by raising up Tabitha from the dead Peter confirmed the whole world to confess the resurrection of Christ, the Bestower of life, Whom we exalt supremely forever.
The dead shall be resurrected and those in the graves shall arise, the prophet said of old, foreseeing in the Spirit the trampling down of hades. And this was revealed also by thy falling asleep and arising, O Tabitha. Wherefore, faithfully honoring thy memory, we exalt Christ, the Bestower of life, forever.
Theotokion: When Thomas arrived at thy tomb, O Mistress, and beheld only thy cincture, he understood that thou hadst arisen from the tomb through the grace and power of thy Son. Then the apostles glorified the Lord and thee, our helper. And taught by them we also believe that thou art ever inseparably with us. Vouchsafe unto us sinners, bereft of the oil of mercy, that we may stand with the choirs of the elect before the throne of Christ, the Bestower of life, like Tabitha, that we may exalt Him supremely forever.
Irmos: Once, in Babylon, the children of Abraham trampled upon the flame of the furnace, crying aloud in hymns: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Confessing the Lord Jesus with thy mouth, O blessed Tabitha, thou didst give thy heart to Him, didst hasten to carry out His commandments, and didst minister to the poor with the work of thy hands. And by virtue, as with a ladder, thou didst ascend to the mansions of heaven. And we, beholding thee shining with the light of the Gospel, hymn and supremely exalt Christ, the Bestower of life, forever.
Theotokion: Delivered from eternal damnation by thy birthgiving, O Mother of God, we cry out to thee: Rejoice, O ever blessed and joyous one!
Following well the sacred pastor, and adorned with Orthodoxy, to no avail were ye slain at the hands of the heretics, O all-glorious warriors.
Faithfully preserving the law of God unadulterated, O divine martyrs, ye suffered lawfully and were slain together at the hands of the iniquitous.
After your sacred burial, O saints, ye bury the infirmities of those who approach your tomb with faith, through your holy mediation before the Bestower of life.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.