Irmos: I have heard, O Lord, the mystery of Thy dispensation; I have understood Thy works, and have glorified Thy divinity.
Hoping to soften thy might with kindness and vanquish thee, O martyr, the tyrant thought to shoot arrows at heaven.
Theotokion: O all-holy Bride of God, grant me help by thine entreaties, that I may be delivered from the deceiver and may glorify thee, my hope.
“O foolish one, dost thou not sense the power of Christ which strengtheneth me against pain and labors?” thou didst cry to the tyrant, O all-glorious one.
“If power were not given me from on high,” Severian cried out to the tyrant, “how would I have been able to endure the severing of my members, since I am flesh?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.