Irmos: Thou didst cause Jonah to sojourn alone within the whale, O Lord; save me, who am caught in the nets of the enemy, as thou didst save him from corruption.
Kontakion, in Tone IV, Spec. Mel: “Thou hast appeared today to the whole world…” —
I place steadfast hope in thine intercession, O venerable one, and pray with faith: Grant me victory over the cruel passions, unceasing remembrance of death, and a desire for the blessedness of the age to come.
Theotokion: Fallen human nature hast thou most truly raised up, O Mother of God, having borne in thy womb without seed the Son, Who, though visible, is immutable in His divine form and His equality with the Father.
The holy Church is made steadfast by thee, O venerable one, and every heresy is put to shame, having as its reproof thy much-healing relics and thy century-long life of toil, thy pangs, tears, fasting, and the falling away of thy flesh from thy bones.
The venerable Job triumphed over the noetic Pharaoh, cleaving ever unto obedience, and willingly coming to the aid of those who were tempest-tossed, thus illumining three monasteries with his teaching and glorifying them with many struggles, gladdening Him Who loveth mankind, the Savior of all.
Job emulated the humility of Christ when he accepted the abbacy as a ministry unto all; and as abbot he exerted himself in onerous labors, and was for the brethren a model of meekness, an example of industry, and a constant reminder of prayer.
By thy supplications deliver me from the vile passions, granting me victory over them through a continual invocation of divine help, by placing no trust in myself, and by not judging my brother.
Thou wast shown to be a pillar of the true Faith, a zealot of the commandments of the Gospel, the reproof of pride, and an intercessor and instructor for the lowly. Wherefore, beg thou forgiveness of sins for those who bless thee, and preserve thy monastery unharmed, O Job our father, who art like unto the long-suffering one of old.
Ikos: Open thy mouth, O cave of stone, and tell us: How oft wast thou washed with the streams of Job’s tears? How is it that his sighs did not rend thy walls asunder? Why did the divine light not set thee afire? How did the angels marvel at Job’s feats of vigilance? For thereby have the lands of Galicia and Volhynia been sanctified. And, pondering all these things, we fill our eyes with tears of compunction, for the venerable Job is a wondrous saint, like unto the long-suffering one of old.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.