Irmos: Having passed through the water like dry land,/ and having escaped the evil of Egypt,/ the Israeli cried out:/ Let us sing to the Deliverer and our God.
Chorus: Most Holy Theotokos, save me.
As if through the dry land you have passed through the abyss of this world, O Pure and Most Holy Virgin, Mother of My Lord and Giver of Life. I, drowned by the waves of my passions and like a stone on my neck, having the sin of infanticide, I pray to Your Divine goodness: look upon my soul, plunged into the darkness of despair, and beg for forgiveness my grave sins.
The hope of your parents who were Christians, O Virgin, as they shed bitter tears over their childlessness, relentlessly praying to God that He would give them a blessed child. As for me, I spend my days waiting and indulging in sweets, and I am no longer happy about the gift of motherhood.
Glory: Having received from God the assurance of the gift of the Chosen Daughter of God, Saints Joachim and Anna to the church, I went and gave thanks. I, in the darkening of my mind about my child, in my conceived womb, thinking about cowardice, condemnation and malice.
And now: Having redeemed Christ His people, saving them from the power of the devil. But I, having destroyed the unborn child, gave myself over to the devil without permission. But intercede and beg Your Son, O Most Pure One, to seek me also, like a sheep that has gone astray.