Irmos: O Thou Who coverest Thy chambers with waters and settest the sands as a bound for the sea: Thee doth the sun hymn; Thee doth the moon glorify; and unto Thee doth all creation offer a hymn forever, as to the Creator of all.
Be thou a bestower of spiritual gifts upon the countless people who ride and walk to thy monastery and fall down before thy relics; be thou a healer of their bodily ailments and a fervent intercessor for all before the Savior, O Job, thou glory and adornment of the land of Volhynia.
Theotokion: O most pure Theotokos, cleanse thou the sinful wounds and stripes of my soul, washing them with the springs which flow forth from the womb of thy birthgiving and cleansing them with streams therefrom. To thee do I flee, and thee do I invoke as one full of the grace of God.
Thou wast a youth in body, but an elder in mind at the outset of thy monastic life, O father; and while aging in the flesh, thou didst display the energy of youth in thy labors, providing all with a model of humility of mind in thy digging of the earth and thy planting of trees.
Thine apparition in the company of angels filled the humble virgin with awe and imparted healing to thy disciple; it hath moved all people to the glorification of God, and hath established them in the true Faith and repelled the assaults of heresy.
Render me fragrant with the incense of thy prayers, O all-glorious Job, dispelling the stench of my sins thereby and instilling trust in the Lord in my fœtid soul; that, purified by the grace of God, I may hymn thy mighty aid, O all-blessed one.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.