Irmos: The bow of the mighty is become weak, and the strengthless have girded themselves with power; wherefore, my heart is established in the Lord.
Sessional hymn, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “Joseph marvelled…” —
The disposition of thy mind was like a well-strung bow, O father; for, living in this vale of tears, thou didst continually make ascent unto God in thy heart. O Nestor, help me who constantly live my life amid griefs, praying for me, that my heart may rejoice in the Lord.
Theotokion: Having given birth to the Orchard of purity, with the fruit thereof thou hast abundantly fed those who believe thee to be the Mother of God; wherefore, grant that I, who bow down before thee with faith, O Virgin Bride of God, may taste if only a little of His fruit, that my grieving heart may rejoice.
When thou wast seventeen years of age, thou didst spiritually receive the stature of a mature man; for thou wast resplendent with good works as an elder is with gray hairs. Set these forth also in me, O blessed one, that my heart may rejoice in the Lord.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion, in the same melody —
Receiving purity and profound humility in poverty, O holy one, thou didst soar aloft on the wings of the monastic virtues; wherefore, having perceived in the twinkling of an eye the fleeting form of this world, thou didst furnish thy heart with wings to fly to the love of God above.
Guided by great fathers toward goodly ways, and having united thyself wholly unto God in thy youth, thou didst mortify the carnal passions with mighty asceticism and didst enliven thy spirit with the hope of everlasting good things. And having lived angelically on earth, thou now abidest with the angels; wherefore, we honor thee, O blessed Nestor.
In thee do I behold the ineffable image of awesome wonders, O all-pure Virgin; for thou didst conceive God and didst contain the Infinite One within thy womb. What manner of mystery this is I cannot prove; yet I believe, and with fear I bless thee, chanting: Rejoice, O spacious habitation of the infinite God!
Or this stavrotheotokion —
The Virgin and Ewe-lamb, beholding on the Cross the Lamb Who was born of her without seed, His side pierced by a spear, was wounded with shafts of grief and cried out, exclaiming amid her pain: “What is this new mystery? How is it that Thou diest Who alone art the Lord of life? Wherefore, arise, raising up our fallen forefather!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.