Покаянная песнь при конце жизни

1. The last feat of life is near; the thin voyage is over; I already see execution for a hated sin, I see gloomy Tartarus, a fiery flame, deep night, and the shame of exposed deeds that are now hidden. But have mercy, O Blessed One, and grant me at least a good evening, looking graciously at the rest of my life! I have suffered a lot, and my thoughts are filled with fear: have not the terrible scales of Your justice, O King, already begun to pursue me? Let me bear my lot by moving from here and willingly yielding to the misfortunes that consume my heart; But to you who will live after me, I give a commandment: there is no profit in this life; because this life has an end. 2. The color has fallen, the time of harvest is approaching. My hair turned white; the threshing floor calls to itself the ear; there is no longer any unripeness in the berry; The gathering of grapes is near. The winepress of my misery is already being worn out. O my evil day! How can I avoid him? What will happen to me? How terrible sin is to me; how terrible it is to be full of thorns and the grapes of Gomorrah, when Christ begins to judge the gods, to give each according to his dignity, and to appoint a country as much light as the eye can bear! My only hope is that under Your guidance, O Blessed One, in these short days I will again turn to You. You might be interested in: