Canon to the holy martyrs Prov, Tarakh and Andronik of Anazar
Song a҃.
Irmos:
The chariot-drivers of the Pharaohs invaded, which sometimes created the Myseish rod, which struck this image, and divided the sea: and He saved the pedestrian, singing the song of God.
With martyrdom, adorned with grace, the crown of Christ's love, martyrdom, lies ahead, in the light of the trisolar dawn Neniya, and you enlighten everything through faith, your blessed ones.
In the persecution of wickedness, we see all the charm that drives away evil, the enemies of invincibility, valiant achievements, good warriors, The truth is the power of truth.
In a meaningful way, to all the people who express the cruelty of the world, and the ferocious sea of \u200b\u200bharmfulness, to the shelter of the prey worthy of heaven, joyful.
For our disciples, you are happy to receive our blessings on the truth, test the truth and the blessed Tarah: more You have endured many illnesses and victories with great glorification.
Bgorodichen:
And the word is meaningless, in the virginity the desire of the universe, and the flesh is non-permanent, and Having suffered by will, the merciless bzhⷭ҇tvennaya ѡ́́́́́s suffered ᲂbuilt є҆́́s.
Song of the city.
Irmos:
Nbⷭ҇nagѡKrꙋ́ga is the supreme creator, whereⷭ҇i, and the Creator of the Church, you are more confident in your love, your desire, your faith, You are more person-loving.
Strongly opposed to the persecutor, tarakha, and the shortened faces endured the strongest, the jaws shortened all the mental lions, the valiant was the strength yu dhga.
In a great way, it suffered wounds along the spine and the belly, through everything, we grow and we set fire, and we burn it, and we burn it. ̑ in your mind.
The Lamb was ascended, endured all the illnesses, the most severe wounds, the mortal wounds, the death of the fallen, and the eradication zꙋbѡ́v, and ҆ bg҃оslovаnаgѡ yourgѡ̀ ѧ҆з́ка ѿѧ́тїe.
Trisvetly ꙗ҆́́кѡ ѕвѣзді ѕрѣзді мігожій сїѧ́нї, all, glorious, you enlighten the creation, tmꙋ̀ ѿgonѧ ѿgonѧ ѿgonѧ́ѧ more polytheistic flattery, passion-bearers mꙋ The most luminous girls.
Bgorodichen:
Ꙗ҆́кѡ kindꙋ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ krasnꙋ̀, и҆ ꙗ҆́кѡ и҆зкраннꙋ, hⷭ҇taѧ, word, and ҆́ѧе ѧ̑ ѡ҆сꙋ existing, ѧ̀ и҆зкра́въ, in Your immaculate and blessed desires are all-eminent.
Sedalen, voice and.
St҃gýѧ trⷪ҇tsy strong warriors living in the youth, andronik, provost and to all the tarah, the polytheistic flattery of the powers, consuming, and people are brought to this kind of love. The victorious above all honor, the joyful joy of the bodiless forces, to them we cry out in faith: pray to God, God, sins I have given you the gift that I honor your holy memory to those who love you.
Bgorodichen:
Excellence and the word in your womb are impregnable, and the world has given birth to a world containing: and in the same way carried everything, the bearer, the nourisher of all, and the creator of creation. I also pray to you, everything is two, and I will always glorify you, and forgive me of my sins: and on the day of yea, when I appear before my mother In the face of my creator, who is two pure, then give me your help: you can do everything, whatever you want, everyone sings.
Krⷭ҇tobgorodichen:
The lamb and the shepherd and the liberator look at the crest, exclaiming lamentations, and bitterly sobbing, crying: peace I am glad that you have accepted the deliverance, but my tomb is burning, I see your crucification, and you endure mercy for mercy. long-suffering, where mercy is abyssal and inexhaustible, merciful and the gift of sin given by the singing of faith your deepest passions.
Song of the day.
Irmos:
You are my fortress, where you are, you are my strength, you are my god, you are my joy, you do not destroy the depths of my soul, and our poverty is visited ́въ. In the meantime, with a great cry, a call to you: glory to your strength, love of men.
Keeping your law, martyrs, hating lawless laws, disregarding the creator who commands you, demonic cunning, and enduring all the troubles It's quiet, it's half silent.
You love to wear something high on your neck, and you are happy to abbreviate it: the crown is the rod of power, the taraha of the all-blessed woman, strength and We, our dear ones, endure a lot, we cry: to your strength be glory, love of men.
Ꙗ҆́кѡ strong bzhⷭ҇tvennym dh҃om, lýstiv your painful mentality, prove, abbreviated, and more and more endured everything, we enlighten with the knowledge of the trⷪ҇tsy perfectly, and with the highest persons, moreover, combined.
Youthful monk, he appeared before the enemy of the fortress. therefore, your wickedness is stronger than yours, trampling on your heads, and creating a procession that is more bitter than you.
Bgorodichen:
Each person is embodied in the world, even being everything who gives. Also at the trifecta, the one who does not bow down and confesses the victim of the Bzhⷭ҇tvenniy martyrs, two btsⷣe prepѣtaѧ, а҆́гг҃лѡвь chꙋ́do, and ҆ demѡnѡv ꙗ ҆́зва.
Song є҃.
Irmos:
Sunrise, the light of yours, the light that never comes, and covered the place with the anticipation of the dark, but our brothers ѧ, and to the light of your commandments, direct my prayers.
Non-clonical travelers follow a path that is harsh and cruel, and there are many misfortunes. Divided pillars, passion-bearing hearts, firmly established on the rock of faith.
Vitiystvo Bzhⷭ҇tvєnnaѧ, and ҆ Bgґoslovѧ saviєlnaѧ ᲂу҆чє́нїѧ, ᲂу҆стсн ўрівь torn to pieces, ᲂу҆ма̀ зрѣ́ where the barrier ́ѧ ᲂу҆stà, on bg҃a tarakh mꙋ́cheniche, harmful words of the verb of the creator.
On the fourth there is a protégé, and we hold it with our eyes, to effectively demonstrate the valiant uprising. Moreover, the crowned ꙗ҆́влѧ with fellow sufferers, prove, the king of all are ahead.
Bgorodichen:
Greater than the heavenly powers, the word gave birth to two, meaningless and co-occurring: more luminous, passion-bearers illuminating, The godless night has passed.
Song of ѕ҃.
Irmos:
Cleanse the world, thank you, I have raised my sins, and from the depths I have raised, I pray: I have cried out to you, and hear me Please save my life.
The great strength of the former faith, the hearts of the holy martyrdom, moved towards the valiant passion-bearers of great renown.
Ꙗ҆́кѡ ancient danїila in the world of ѕvѣrїe ᲂу҆стѣшасѧ: so also today's strong ѻ҆рꙋ́нѡѡвѣвѣѡвѣвѣвѣвѣвѣ ѣвѣ ᲂу Frightened, humbled by honest and suffering.
Your perforated ribs, also known as tarakh, will receive a perforation into your ribs, and will then attack, and will be driven into the head It's going to get really bad.
Bgorodichen:
Conceived without a seed in the womb of the Most Eternal One, she gave birth to her with the flesh of the incorporeal nature, and she gave birth to the milk that nourishes everything. Oh, bghomati neiskꙋsobrachna.
Kontakion, voice v҃.
Trⷪ҇tsy we have glory ꙋ ꙗ҆всша до́лїи хрⷭ҇тѡ́ва ѻ҆рꙋ́знішні ҆ мч҃ны, съ тарахсвсвъ и҆Andrіні́къ: ѡ҆blichisha bo everything Godless teachers who suffered valiantly by faith.
Ikos:
His lines of valiant imitation, to the tarakhom mꙋdrym prov and to the andronik, gladly the victims at the tributary, the unlawful ones Absolutely godless. Moreover, we love to remember them, in songs we will praise, and we will preach the deeds of the world: God is divine, holy The people of the world glorified this, who suffered through their valiant faith.
Song z҃.
Irmos:
Bzh҆їѧ condescend to ѻ҆́гн how ashamed in vаvѷlѡ́nѣ sometimes, now for the sake of ѻ҆́́гн in the cave with a joyful foot, ꙗ҆́кѡ in ts The vegetative rejoices, sings: blessed be the blessing of ours.
Ou҆shés ѿѧ́тїе has undergone є҆сѝ joyꙋѧсѧ, Tarakha is more glorious, ꙗ҆́кѡ good message went to the slave bowing to you ᲂу҆́ho mi Most merciful, and your prayers have completed the steps, calling: Blessed be you, God of ours.
Protesters, martyr, and the former, with a firm sense of the lawless resistance, and former victorious, sing: blessed is he, bzhe It means ours.
Fill your life with dew and cooling, and when the fire falls on you, and on your skin You cried out to him, tarahe: Blessed be he, God of ours.
We sprinkle, stgі́i, honest bloods of yours, the charms are extinguished, the growth of our souls exudes grace, and healing. you shed water to those who always praise your memory.
Bgorodichen:
It is exhausted in your womb, your spiritual bowels do not put the most perfect word, and the flesh is seen, and the younger one is born. Let us sing already, two, gladly: blessed be the blessing of ours.
Song and.
Irmos:
By the sevenfold furnace of the Chaldean scourge, the godly fury kindled, and by the power of the best they were saved by this species, the creator and the savior who cried out. Above: Fathers, bless, priests, sing praises, people, exalt to all ages.
Enlightenment with our eyes and the red kindnesses of kindness and suffering, where everything is to be crowned, the light is there with the glory of everything. We are rich and full of love, singing unceasingly: Fathers, bless, priests, sing praises, people, exalt to all ages.
The frantic slayer within himself, who has conquered your adversaries, will soon command you to destroy the sword against you, your co-worker. And to the deliverer they sing: Fathers, bless, priests, sing praises, O people, exalt to all ages.
The Trⷪktsy are the warriors, the good-faithful martyrs, and even the godless winters, who are destroyed by the warmth of the faith, the faithful predecessors of the pillars, the red flowers There are many paradises, havens with the heavenly beings, unyielding pillars, andronik, both prov, and tarakh are revered.
Bgorodichen:
With the bodiless ranks, with the martyrs of the army, with the apⷭ҇ly and ҆prⷪ҇рѡѡki, with all the rulers of the creatures who are in charge, We stand, and we praise the gods of the gods, and exalt them unto all ages.
Song ѳ҃.
Irmos:
Oh, the horror of all the words of the indescribable life of descent, by the highest will from down even to the flesh, from the two wombs of beings man. Moreover, above all, we magnify you.
It is possible to achieve corporeal, imperishable feats of achievement of the valiant, and they are similar to the center of life, moreover, immovable, about ́v, and tarakh, and andronik, khrⷭ҇tovy ᲂу҆гѡ́dnits.
Ꙗ҆vístesѧ ᲂу҆́gloe, ѻ҆gnem immaterial mysterious burning, and ҆ burning material flattery of the great ꙋchenitsa: and ҆ arisen ꙗ҆́кѡ sv Yes, you save the creature, and you save our passions and our troubles.
Today brings a brighter and more joyful celebration to the Holy Church, this is your triumph: and the prophets are having fun with you, and Yes, and all the martyrs, passion-bearers, winners of greatness.
Arrived in the light-filled paradise, passion-bearers, villages, who have risen with a light robe, in the south with many-types of flowers, and thrones It is up to the Almighty to pray diligently to all.
Bgorodichen:
Spare me, blessed, born, and preserve the imperishable birth on Christmas: when will you finish all my affairs, without any problems? despise my sins, you are sinless, you are merciful to God and your fellow lover.
Luminous.
The triplet face of the passion-bearer, Tarakha and Prova, all with Andronic songs of praise, we conclude: Strictly endured both severe wounds and pain Know and with hrⷭ҇tom tsrⷭ҇tvꙋyut.
Bgorodichen:
Her is the most glorious, and the seraphim showed the highest, the one born incarnate, the earthly one who showed It’s right to march towards the salvation of the water.
