Now all of us bring hymns to Thee out of piteous mouths,
As we wave the branches of our spirit and cry out:
"O Thou, truly among those on high, save the world which Thou hast created, Lord,
And blot out our sins, just as formerly Thou hast dried the tears of Mary and Martha."
O Lover of man, the holy church holds a high festival, faithfully calling together her children;
It meets Thee with palms and spreads out garments of joy
So that with Thy disciples and Thy friend,
Thou mayest advance and legislate a deep peace for Thy servants,
And release them from oppression, as formerly Thou hast checked the tears of Mary and Martha.
Incline Thy ear, O God of the universe, and hear our prayers, and snatch us from the bonds of death,
For our enemies who always surround us, visibly and invisibly,
Threaten to have us put to death and besides to deprive us of our faith.
Arise, and quickly let all be destroyed and let them know
That Thou art God and dost pity us as Thou didst have pity on the tears of Mary and Martha.
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Romanos the Melodist, Kontakia of Romanos, Byzantine Melodist I: On The Person of Christ: 15:14-16, (University of Missouri Press, Columbia, 1970) p. 155.