Irmos: By the Sevenfold, the Chaldean tormentor furiously kindled the furnace of the Godly, but by the best power he saw the Creator and the Deliverer, he cried out to the Creator and the Deliverer: bless the priests, sing, people, exalt to all ages.
Groaning with illness, scorched by fire and shaken by fierce anxiety, I approached You, Blessed Most Pure Lady; and because you were merciful, you did not loathe me at all, but saved him who cried: bless the priests, people exalt Christ forever.
With illnesses holding me in bitterness and my stomach groaning in despair, you, unfilthy one, looked upon my humility and called upon you for a well-known healing, crying out from the heart: Bless the priests, people exalt Christ forever.
Glory: You looked upon my infirmity, O Mother of God, and with compassion you saved Your servant, O Lady, more than my hopes; You filled me with joy, with Divine power and joy singing: bless the youths, sing to the priests, people exalt Christ forever.
And now: Having received healing, Hezekiah first quickly ran to the house of the Lord, giving thanks to God Almighty, O Lady: and having received healing from You, I came to Your church, with all my heart and soul. Our hearts thank you, O Virgin, forever and ever.