Irmos: My heart is established in the Lord, and my horn is exalted in my God; my mouth is enlarged over mine enemies, and I am glad in Thy salvation.
Sessional hymn, in Tone VIII —
O venerable father, there is within me a desire for goodly reformation; but—Woe is me!—I have not learned to overcome the temptations of slothfulness. Yet, trusting in thine aid, I fend off the thoughts of despondency and direct my gaze at thy glorious struggles.
Theotokion: Raise up my deadened mind through the power of life which hath been made manifest to the world through thee, O pure one, and guide it to life, O thou who alone hath broken down the gates of death by thy birthgiving.
Zhelezo was thy family called, O venerable Job, a name which signifieth iron, portending the strength of thy soul; yet, having shut thyself up in a cave of stone like hidden gold, thou didst sanctify the place of thy struggles and didst show the mountain of Pochaev to be a wall of brass against the enemies of Orthodoxy.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion —
Exceeding deep went thy thoughts concerning the kingdom of heaven, when, while yet a child, thou didst receive the angelic habit. Wherefore, having been a faithful priest of God, thou dost even now offer up entreaties in behalf of the people, O venerable Job.
The land of Galicia doth glory in thy youth, the Monastery of Dubno proclaimeth the struggles of thy manhood, and the Pochaev Monastery boasteth of thine old age and rejoiceth in thy blessed end. And the world is gladdened and joineth chorus because of thy wonders.
O saint, who art the bestower of good things upon all who pray to thee: Reject me not who am fallen prostrate; but, beholding my repentance, grant me reformation of life, and inspire within me the zeal to emulate thy deeds which are beloved of God.
Today is the Monastery of Pochaev filled with joy, glorifying thy life which is beloved of God. Today are the Christian people enlightened with zeal for salvation, beholding thy relics which have been glorified with incorruption, O venerable one. Today sinful passions are driven away, and thoughts of repentance embrace our souls, wherewith do thou make steadfast all who honor thy memory with faith, O all-glorious one.
As the most immaculate Bride of the Creator, as the Mother of the Deliverer who knewest not man, as the receptacle of the Comforter, O most hymned one, haste thou to deliver me, who am the vile abode of iniquity and have in mind become the plaything of demons, from their malice, and make of me a splendid habitation of the virtues, O radiant and incorruptible one; and by thy supplications drive away the cloud of the passions and vouchsafe unto me the fellowship of the Most High and the never-waning light.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.