Joy to all those who mourn,/ and those who are offended by the Intercessor,/ and those who are hungry for the Nourisher,/ the strange Consolation,/ those overwhelmed by Refuge,/ the sick by visiting,/ the infirm and the Intercessor,/ the Rod old age,/ You are the Mother of the Most High God: // we strive, we pray, that Your servant may be saved.