Who is able to stop speaking your praises, for you bore and carried the Hope of every creature?ܡܰܢܘܽ ܓܶܝܪ ܡܰܘܦܶܐ ܆ ܕܢܺܐܡܰܪ ܩ̈ܘܽܠܳܣܰܝܟܝ ܆ ܕܙܰܝܶܚܬܝ ܘܰܛܥܰܢܬܺܝܘܗ̱ܝ ܆ ܠܣܰܒܪܳܐ ܕܟܽܠ ܒ̈ܶܪܝܳܢ ܀
Who could tell the story of your slaughters, brave athletes, God’s laborers?ܡܰܢܘܽ ܡܨܶܐ ܕܢܶܬܢܶܐ ܆ ܫܰܪܒܳܐ ܕܩܰܛܠܰܝ̈ܟܘܽܢ ܆ ܐܰܬܠܺܝ̈ܛܶܐ ܙܪ̈ܺܝܙܶܐ ܆ ܦܳܠܚ̈ܶܐ ܕܰܐܠܳܗܳܐ ܀
Heavenly King, by Your loving-kindness, make the faithful departed worthy to enter paradise.ܡܰܠܟܳܐ ܫܡܰܝܳܢܳܐ ܆ ܐܰܫܘܳܐ ܒܛܰܝܒܘܽܬܳܟ ܆ ܠܥܰܢܺܝ̈ܕܶܐ ܡܗܰܝ̈ܡܢܶܐ ܆ ܕܢܶܥܠܘܽܢ ܠܦܰܪܕܰܝܣܳܐ ܀
Glory be to You, our Lord, on [the day of] the commemoration of Your mother. Thanksgiving be to Your Cross, that strengthened Your athletes and to Your life-giving Spirit, who raises the departed.ܫܘܽܒܚܳܐ ܠܳܟ ܡܳܪܰܢ ܆ ܒܕܘܽܟܪܳܢ ܝܳܠܶܕܬܳܟ ܆ ܘܬܰܘܕܺܝ ܠܰܨܠܺܝܒܳܟ ܆ ܕܚܰܝܶܠ ܠܰܐܬܠܺܝ̈ܛܰܝܟ ܆ ܘܰܠܪܘܽܚܳܟ ܚܰܝܳܐ ܆ ܡܢܰܚܶܡ ܠܥܰܢܺܝ̈ܕܶܐ ܀

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