Irmos: Everyone was terrified of Your Divine glory: For You, the unartificed Virgin, had in your womb God above all, and You gave birth to the Flightless Son, to all who sang Your praises, world giver.
Chorus: Most Holy Lady Theotokos, hear the prayer of Your servants praying to You.
Weapons of the adversary and deliver me, condemned, from vain insult, for You are the All-Immaculate Mother, Who will judge everyone according to their deeds.
Chorus: Most Holy Lady Theotokos, hear the prayer of Your servants praying to You.
You mercifully protect those in adversity and sorrow, those who come under your roof, accept, O All-Holy One, this prayer from the despondency of my heart, so that I may not perish in evil despair.
Glory: With a merciful and gentle eye, Mother of God, look at me, unworthy, with Your mercy look at me, and circumstances, and troubles, and the adversity of freedom calling on Thee, All-Holy.
And now: Primordial Adam and Eve by You, Most Pure One, having got rid of the evil ones, with them I fall down to You and pray: by Your mercy put away my painful tears and rain This is a useful consolation.