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1. You came, villain (I know your plans!), you came, unyielding, to deprive me of the longed-for and eternal light. How, being darkness, did you appear to me as light? You cannot be deceived by such deceit. And why do you always level such cruel abuse at me, both openly and secretly? In what ways do you envy the pious after you cast out the first Adam, God’s creation, from paradise, outwitted the wise commandment by sin, and offered bitter food to the sweet life? How can I escape from you? What remedy can I invent against my suffering? First, with unimportant sins, you flow into your heart like a stream, then you open a wide road for yourself, and there you enter through a large and muddy river, until your mouth, or abyss, swallows me.
But step further away from me, and lay your hands on those nations and cities that have not understood God; I am Christ's property; I became a church and a sacrifice, then I will be a god when the soul enters into unity with the Divine. Submit to God and God’s creatures, fearing God’s wrath, the host of pious souls, and the voice of their ceaseless chants!
2. Flee from my heart, evil one! run quickly, run from my members, run from my life, thief, serpent, fire, Belial, sin, death, abyss, dragon, beast, night, ambush, rage, confusion, envious man, murderer! You, the destroyer, sent the taste of sin and death to the destruction of my ancestors. Christ the King commands you to flee to the wide sea, or to the cliffs, or to a herd of pigs, as before the worthless legion. Удались же; or I will overthrow you with the cross, before which everything trembles. I carry the cross in my limbs. The cross is in my procession; cross in my heart; the cross is my glory. Won't you stop, evil one, plotting against me? will you fix your gaze not on the rapids, not on Sodom, not on the crowds of the godless who cut up the great Divinity, but on my gray hair, on my heart? You constantly denigrate me with gloomy thoughts; neither God nor the Victim is a trembling enemy! This mind was a loud preacher of the Trinity; and now he sees the end before him. Do not defile me, you uncleanness! so that I, pure, can meet the pure heavenly Lights when their insights fall on my life.
I extend my hands to you, accept me! Farewell to the world, farewell to the laborious world, and spare those who will come after me!
3. Flee, everyone who is wicked: Christ will be written in me; May the thoughts I have collected into one not dissipate! Depart from me, all whom Christ does not lead away from earthly things!
4. And this is your attack, evil one; It is you who, through cunning twists and turns, have crept into my mind and convince me to seize the bliss of pleasure. But no, you can't convince me. Adam inspired me not to believe you. Crawling on the earth; I will trample on your head. And if you still have the strength to bite my leg; then I will hang you, carved from copper. so that, by looking, you will be saved from harm.
5. I appeal to God. What is this? Run away from me quickly, run away, you evil beast, murderer! Why are you bothering me without suffering any offense? Go into your swine and fill the depths; they are ready to receive you, who have plunged into the abyss. But do not touch me, otherwise I will depose you with a cross: before his power, everyone is terrified and trembles with fear.
6. Get away, get away from me, hostile murderer! Move away, terrible ghost, furious anger! Move away! I have Christ in my heart; I brought him my soul as a gift. Give up on me and run away quickly! Oh! help me, representative angels! Oh! The tormentor approaches me and so on; I beg you, friends, deliver me from him!
7. You came and came to me, evil; but stopped. As soon as I noticed the smoke, I guessed that there would be fire. A strong stench is a clear sign of a serpent. And I will raise the cross. He is the guardian of my life; he connects the whole world with himself and brings it to God. Fear the cross, go away, do not appear again. Grace calls me an undefiled leader.
8. How long will it take you, how long will it take you to suppress me with disasters? God died for me and then rose again. Respect the font, move away, murderer! As before you caught me with bitter voluptuousness; so now you want to viciously kill. Go away, go away; I feel your attack. You may overcome my body, but my mind will not tolerate anything.
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