Irmos: The youths of Judaism in the cave boldly trampled the flame and turned the fire into the dew, crying out: Blessed are you, Lord God, forever.
Rejoice, joy of the cold and intercession of the offended; Rejoice, blood of the naked and those who cry gloriously: Blessed, Most Pure, is the Fruit of Your womb.
Healing for the sick comes from Your hand, Mary Mother of God, from which You gave drink to Your servant, who cried out: Blessed, O Most Pure One, is the Fruit of Your womb.
Glory: With what voices will I sing to You? With what language do I exalt Thee, Mother of God? As through bitter illness and the most difficult labors, You indescribably freed Your servant.
And now: You saw my sorrow, O Virgin, and you listened to my voice and delivered me from my fierce passions and illnesses and troubles: I thank You, O Lady, my known hope.