Fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost

The Fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost – Tone Five

Resurrectional Troparion, Tone 5.
O ye faithful, let us hymn and worship the Word, Who with the Father and the Spirit is without beginning, and Who was born of the Virgin for our salvation; for He was pleased to ascend the Cross in the flesh, and to endure death, and to raise the dead at His glorious Resurrection.


Resurrectional Kontakion, Tone 5.
Thou didst descend into Hades, O my Saviour, and having shattered its gates as the All-powerful One, Thou didst raise up the dead together with Thyself, as the Creator. And Thou didst break the sting of death, and Adam was delivered from the curse, O Thou Who lovest mankind; therefore, we all cry out: Save us, O Lord.

Now and ever.

Theotokion, Tone 5.
Rejoice, thou impassable gate of the Lord. Rejoice, O rampart and shelter for them that flee to thee. Rejoice, haven untouched by storms. O thou who knewest not wedlock, and who barest in the flesh thy Creator and God: Disdain not to offer prayers for them that praise and worship Him Who was born of thee.

Prokeimenon, Tone 5.
Psalm 11:8, 2.
Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.
Verse: Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint.

The Lesson of the Epistle of the Holy Apostle Paul to the Corinthians.
II Corinthians §170 (1:21-2:4).
Brethren: He that confirmeth us with you in Christ, and that hath anointed us, is God: Who also hath sealed us, and given the pledge of the Spirit in our hearts. But I call God to witness upon my soul, that to spare you, I came not any more to Corinth: not because we exercise dominion over your faith: but we are helpers of your joy: for in faith you stand. But I determined this with myself, not to come to you again in sorrow. For if I make you sorrowful, who is he then that can make me glad, but the same who is made sorrowful by me? And I wrote this same to you; that I may not, when I come, have sorrow upon sorrow, from them of whom I ought to rejoice: having confidence in you all, that my joy is the joy of you all. For out of much affliction and anguish of heart, I wrote to you with many tears: not that you should be made sorrowful: but that you might know the charity I have more abundantly towards you.

Alleluia, Tone 5.
Psalm 88:2, 3.
Verse 1: The mercies of the Lord I will sing for ever. I will shew forth Thy truth with my mouth to generation and generation.
Verse 2: For Thou hast said: Mercy shall be built up for ever in the heavens: Thy truth shall be prepared in them.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.

The Lesson of the Holy Gospel according to Saint Matthew.
Saint Matthew §89 (22:1-14).
The Lord spoke this parable: The kingdom of heaven is likened to a king, who made a marriage for his son. And he sent his servants, to call them that were invited to the marriage; and they would not come. Again he sent other servants, saying: Tell them that were invited: Behold, I have prepared my dinner; my calves and fatlings are killed, and all things are ready: come ye to the marriage. But they neglected, and went their own ways, one to his farm, and another to his merchandise. And the rest laid hands on his servants, and having treated them contumeliously, put them to death. But when the king had heard of it, he was angry, and sending his armies, he destroyed those murderers, and burnt their city. Then he saith to his servants: The marriage indeed is ready; but they that were invited were not worthy. Go ye therefore into the highways; and as many as you shall find, call to the marriage. And his servants going forth into the ways, gathered together all that they found, both bad and good: and the marriage was filled with guests. And the king went in to see the guests: and he saw there a man who had not on a wedding garment. And he saith to him: Friend, how camest thou in hither not having a wedding garment? But he was silent. Then the king said to the waiters: Bind his hands and feet, and cast him into the exterior darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. For many are called, but few are chosen.

Psalm 148:1.
Praise ye the Lord from the heavens: praise ye Him in the high places. Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.