The incorruptible treasure of your relics has risen from the depths of the earth,/ saint of God,/ for having lived piously in the faith of Christ our God,/ you have achieved the virtues of perfection,/ and, leave the sweetness of a transitory life,/ in the cave of Mount Pochaev you labored holyly in forgiveness, prayers and labors,/ and with these you withered your body./ Now, Having gone to God into serene and eternal peace,/ pray for all those who come running to you with faith./ Rejoice, Job, glorious servant of God// and the decoration of the Pochaev monastery.