¶1
Irmos: Thou art the confirmation of those who have recourse to Thee, O Lord; Thou art the light of the benighted; and my spirit doth hymn Thee.
¶2
Pitilessly afflicted with wounds for Christ, O wise one, thou didst rejoice; for thou didst receive excellent reward for thy pangs.
¶3
Theotokion: Foreseeing thee of old, Solomon cried out in hymns: “Thou hast become my dear one, wholly beautiful and immaculate!”
¶4
Lacerated with cords while repeatedly flogged by the tormenters, O glorious one, thou didst not feel it, for it was as though thou wast in another’s body.
¶5
Thou didst find thy reward with Christ, O wise one, receiving the crown of righteousness and never-ending joy.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.