Second Image of Mary Zion

Salutation to the memory of your name, a name of greatness and height, which justifies the sinner when he invokes you in trust. Mary Zion, the first Tabot, Selo. To your holy name, uniquely proclaimed, behold, I have begun to speak a salutation. Salutation, salutation to the memory of your name, a red [name], which delivered the world from the affliction of thirst and drought. Mary Zion, exalted in name and memory; the eye of heaven and earth marvels at your greatness, for you bore the Lord for them in a wondrous mystery. Salutation to your head, anointed with the oil of holiness, a wonder, which was anointed before by the hand of God. Tabot of salvation, Zion, and the curse of the dust of Sennacherib. Upon you, when the writing of the glorious existence was inscribed, Belteshazzar, Satan, was slain in the cave. Salutation to your neck, which received the word of blessing from the mouth of King Solomon. Tabot of salvation, Zion, the tribe of the Canaanites. When you were carried on the shoulder of Eli the priest, Bel trembled and Dagon fell.

Salutation to your Tabot, which held the milk when you gave birth to the Son without knowing union. Mary, my heart is bound by the cord of your love. Who is like you, Zion, found among the generation of women, who in virginity bore the child? Salutation to your mind, whose custom is the fullness of compassion, for every creature according to its kind. Mary Zion, the sanctuary of God, for one of the Trinity dwelt upon you. The enemies of the soul are his terror and his will. Salutation to the interior of your womb, like the first Tabernacle, in which the Holy Spirit shines. Mary Zion, the Tabot of the Law of the Most High, when the writing of the nature of the Word was inscribed upon you, from the world the measure of height and circumference. Salutation to your resurrection by the power of your Son, the living one. You arose from the dead after two days. The tree of salvation, Zion, which you sprouted from the root of the mother. Who can comprehend this, for the glory of this your resurrection? The resurrection of the dead in Bethany and the one daughter.

Salutation to your Assumption from your flesh, Litosṭra. When your Assumption occurred, it was within the heavenly book. Mary Zion, crowned with the crown of grace. They received you there, the noble ones of great beauty, while they sang with the sweet sound of the cithara. Salutation to the translation of your body from Gethsemane, the sanctuary. When your translation occurred, it was within the heavenly Salem. Mary Zion, the hope of the faithful of old. They descended to receive you together with your father Adam, the holy fathers Abraham and Shem. In this hymn, he who implored you, and who trusted in your covenant, Mary, swore to you as your son. Every person who enters the arena of suffering, quickly from you will obtain mercy. While I was in distress, when your love troubled me, I composed for you a hymn in the voice of lamentation and sorrow. Mary Zion, mother of Christ the Savior, without deceit, may my fasting be for me a guide to repentance quickly.

Praise to you, Mary Zion, in the number of all my hairs. Praise to you, Mary Zion, in the number of all my bones. Praise to you, Mary Zion, in the number of all that is seen. Praise to you, Mary Zion, in the number of all that is unseen. The praise of your virginity, which my mouth ever proclaims. He who does not love you, Mary Zion, his prayer is not accepted. The length of his years is cut short, and he perishes in vain. By the mouth of angels and men he is stoned every hour. He who meditates upon the song of your kingship in the Torah, his error and sin are not forgiven him.