The insolence of those who hate the image of the Lord and the power of the ungodly came to Nicaea, and sent an inhumane widow, piously venerating the icon of the Mother of God, to torture. But during the night with your son, let the icon go into the sea, crying out: Glory to You, O Pure One, like the impenetrable sea of Thy splashes: Glory to Your justice, one imperishable.
O Thy holy icon, O Lady Theotokos, healing and healing are given abundantly with faith and love to those who come to her: so visit my weakness, and have mercy on my soul, O Good One, and heal my body with Thy grace, O Most Pure One.