The Ainoi (The Praises). 1st Mode.
Let everything that has bream praise the Lord. Praise the Lord from the Heavens; praise Him in the heights. To You, O God, praise is befitting. Praise Him, all His Angels; praise Him all His Hosts. To You, O God, praise is befitting.
Idiomela Hymns. 1st Mode.
Verse: Praise Him for His sovereignty; praise Him according to the fullness of His Majesty.
The harlot recognizing You, the Son of the Virgin, as God, and weeping besought You with tears, equal to her past deeds, and said: ‘Loose my debt, as I unloose my tresses; show love to the one, jusdy hated, who loves You, and who with the publicans hails You, O Benefactor, Lover of mankind.’
Verse: Praise Him in the sound of the trumpet; praise Him with the lute and harp.
With the precious myrrh the harlot mixed her tears, and poured it over Your sacred feet, as she kissed them. Immediately You justified her; grant also forgiveness to us, You, Who suffered for us, and save us.
Verse: Praise Him with cymbals and chorus; praise Him with strings and pipe.
While die sinful woman was offering the myrrh, the Disciple was making terms witli die lawless; she rejoiced in emptying out that which was precious; he hastened to sell Him, Who was above all price. She acknowledged die Master, he severed himself from die Master; she was set free, and Judas became a slave to the enemy. Monstrous was his callousness! Great was her repentance! Grant me this also, O Saviour, Who suffered for us, and save us.
Verse: Praise Him with well sounding cymbals. Praise Him with cymbals of joy. Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
O misery of Judas! He saw die harlot kissing die feet, and widi guile he meditated the kiss of betrayal. She unloosed her tresses, and he bound himself witli fury, bringing instead of myrrh, his foul wickedness; for envy knows not how to appreciate even its own advantage. O wretchedness of Judas! From this, O God, deliver our souls.
Translated by Father Yeorgios L. Papadeas
