Irmos: The Supreme Creator of the heavenly circle, the Creator of the Lord, and the Creator of the Church, Thou hast confirmed me in Thy love, the desires of the land, the faithful affirmation, the One Lover of Mankind.
The depths of sin plunged me into the great sea above, Pure, illness: but I flowed into the quietest haven of Thy generosity and, having received healing, I glorify Thee with desire.
My illness became a consolation for You and the torment that overpowered You, O God-gracious One, soon changed: for this reason I speak thanksgiving voices to Thee by faith, Thy servant.
Glory: Thou didst not despise my lamentable prayer, for thou didst draw forth the source of compassion, O gracious Lady: even so, my illness and the torment of my soul was quickly quenched by Thy Divine visitation you are.
And now: From the bed of torment, from the gates of hell, from the closest embitterment, you lifted me up to the light, weakened by the breadth of the fortress: for those sake I magnify Thee, the Unclean Lady.