¶1
Irmos: Waking at dawn, we cry to Thee: Save us, O Lord! For Thou art our God, and we know none other than Thee.
¶2
Thou wast uplifted upon a tree, O glorious one, thy body raked with iron claws, for Him Who hath dominion over all.
¶3
Theotokion: O Theotokos, my hope, intercession and protection, from the temptations of the serpent save me by thine entreaties.
¶4
“O my God,” thou didst cry, “strengthen me for this struggle, that, lacerated, I may complete this martyrdom!”
¶5
As the tyrant beheld thee untiringly enduring tortures, O glorious one, the wretched one was filled with awe.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.