Ότε κατήλθες πρός τόν θάνατον, η ζωή η αθάνατος, τότε τόν Άδην ενέκρωσας, τή αστραπή τής Θεότητος· ότε δέ καί τούς τεθνεώτας, εκ τών καταχθονίων ανέστησας, πάσαι αι Δυνάμεις τών επουρανίων εκραύγαζον· Ζωοδότα Χριστέ ο Θεός ημών δόξα Σοι.
Όte katilthes pros ton thanaton, I zoe athanatos, tote ton Adin enekrosas, ti astrapi tis Theotitos. Ote de ke tous tethneotas ek ton katakthonion anestisas, pase e Dinamis ton epuranion ekravgazon. Zoodota Christe o Theos imon doxa Si.
When You descended unto death, O Lord who yourself are immortal Life, then did You mortify Hades by the lightning flash of Your Divinity. Also when You raised the dead from the netherworld, all the Powers of the heavens were crying out: O Giver of life, Christ our God, glory to You.
As a priest according to the Law of God you offered up | whole-burnt offerings, and they were most acceptable to Him, | dressed in the vestments of the priesthood, O Zacharias. | And you became a light, and you beheld mysteries; | and clearly you displayed the signs and symbols of grace | within yourself. And you, were assassinated | by the sword in the Temple of God. | O all-wise Prophet of Christ the Savior, | join the Forerunner in praying that our souls be saved.
Ethnon se kirika ke fostira trismegiston, | Athineon didaskalon ekoumenis aglaisma, | efrosinos gereromen | tous agonas timomen ke tas vasanous thia Christon, | to septon sou martirion, | Agie Pavle Apostole, | presveve Christo to Theo, | sothine tas psichas imon.
O preacher to the gentiles and thrice grandest shining star, | the Athenians’ teacher and the universe’s ornament, | we joyously honor you. | We pay homage to the struggles that you had | for the sake of Christ, | and your dignified martyrdom, | Holy and glorious Apostle Paul, | intercede with Christ our God, | entreating Him to save our souls.
In your holy birth, Immaculate One, | Joachim and Anna were rid of the shame of childlessness; | Adam and Eve of the corruption of death. | And so your people, free of the guilt of their sins, | celebrate crying out: | “The barren one gives birth to the Theotokos, | who nourishes our life.”