Glory.
Concerning me, lament ye not; for I in nowise have begun for weeping to be meet; but rather weep ye alway for yourselves, ye who have sinn’d, O kinsfolk and O friends, the dead babe cries, so that of torment ye have no essay.
Both now.
I am despairing of myself when on the number of my deeds I muse; but when in mind I bear thee, Mother of God, who above mind didst bear the Lord, I am refresh’d with hope; for we have thee a sole defence.
Ode vi. Irmos.
I will pour forth a prayer before the Lord, and to him will I tell my grief; for my soul is full of evils, and my life draweth nigh unto hades, and I pray as Jonas, O God, raise me out of corruption.
Refrain. Rest thou the babe, O Lord.
Thou was laid in a manger as a babe, and wast plac’d in an elder’s arms, who generatest babes in the womb; and ere this one attain’d perfect growth, thou hast bidden him to thee. Then we with thanksgiving extol thee.
Thou didst say to the apostles, O Word, Let the children come unto me; for my kingdom is for them that are such in wiseness. Then count the babe remov’d to thee of thy light worthy.