Кафисма 15

Confess to the Lady Theotokos that there are blessings in Your bounties; Whoever speaks of Her powers will all Her praises be heard? Hasten well, oh, most merciful Mother, to those who are overwhelmed by Your salvation in the ocean of this vain world: we pray to You with all our hearts and with all our souls we magnify You, hear the voices of those sighing to You, help the helpless, comfort those who cry, cheer the mourners, for You are a life-giving source of mercies for all who come running to You with faith and prayers; Glory to You, our shameless hope. To my Most Holy Lady, the Mother of God, who is the source, protection, hope and refuge of Christians, to You, the all-powerful intercessor and helper of my repentance and salvation, I, Thy sinful servant, entrust my soul and body, my entry and exit, my faith and life, my death and number of days, my words and thoughts, my deeds and undertakings. You, merciful Mother of God, guide me, cover me, protect me and save me from all the demonic snares unharmed, and silently, until my last breath, I cry to You: Rejoice, Unbrided Bride. Confess to the Lord that He is good; Confess also to His beloved Mother, for Her great mercy is upon us; for he instructs us on the path of true wisdom, shows us the peaceful paths of heavenly truth, teaches us the fear of the Lord and drives out from a loving heart the love of the world, which is enmity against God; Blessed are we if our prayers to Her are pleasing to Her; our bones will become fat from the fatness of Her grace, hungry souls will be satisfied and thirsty souls will be given drink, for from Her womb flows the living and eternal source of our salvation. Rejoice, flower of Eden, emitting an indescribable fragrance; Rejoice, most immaculate purity, even as you love the Holy Spirit; Rejoice, glory to all who are virgins in the Lord; Help, Lady, we pray to You, and we may preserve spiritual and physical purity: blessed are those who are pure in heart, for they will see God. My heart is ready, O Lady, my heart is ready to sing praise to You; to seek Thy grace is better than gold and more valuable than stone, the mercies of the Lord are upon those who honor Thee in truth; those who glorify Thee will be glorified and will be far from eternal destruction, those who call upon Thee in adversity and temptation will be protected by the outstretched wing of Thy ambulance. Madam, do not remain silent in my praise to You and accept this psalm uttered to You and please: look upon this work of mine and make it pleasing to You, keep me unharmed under the protection of Your right hand and comfort my contrite soul with the goodness and mercy of Your beloved Son, my true Savior, Lord and God. Oh, most blessed Ever-Virgin Mary, beloved Daughter of the Heavenly Father, I pray to Thee: wake me, a sinner, the helmsman, until I swim in the stormy sea of ​​this century, and even more so at the end of my life, so that I may safely reach the haven of heavenly Jerusalem, where I will praise and bless Thee forever and ever, Amen. According to the 15th kathisma troparia, ch. 7 O Virgin, beseech the all-generous God for us to deliver our souls from all harm from the serpent. Sighing for me, Lord, accept me as you are merciful, and have mercy on me as a publican, through intercession to Your Mother. I now resort to the multitude of Your mercy, resolve the chains, O Theotokos, of my sins. Oh, Most Holy Lady Theotokos, Mother of the Heavenly King, our bestowed hope, chosen before the Mother of God, hope for the hopeless, salvation for sinners, companionship for the orphans, clothing for the naked, comfort and joy for the grieving, help and intercession for the offended by the patroness, and for all those in troubles and misfortunes. Oh, all-merciful Lady Virgin Theotokos, see my misfortune, and sorrow, and misfortune; help me, the poor and weak, the nasty and sad, sad, mournful and unreliable, and take away this sadness from me, as I am strange; You weigh my offense, resolve it, All-Immaculate One, as you will and can; do not let us fall into despair, for the imams have no other help than Your Son, the Eternal Infant, and You, the Mother of God. Oh, Lady of the world, oh, Queen of all creation, oh, Most Holy Dove, I look at Your wonderful image with the Eternal Child, with sighing and contrition of heart I bow my knees and head to the ground, look with a merciful eye, All-Sung Mother of God and hear, Offering, and do not reject, but deign to have mercy and do not reject me groaning, no one else, flows to You, shame comes from You, but asks for grace and accepts the gift for the benefit of the petition. Amen.