Слезное моление в пятницу вечером

A sorrowful soul comes to You, holy Master, with tears brings You a complaint against the fierce enemy, humbly falls to You, asking for protection from the opponent who oppresses her. And since it comes to You with an unrelenting prayer, then hear it quickly and visit it with love, flowing to You with care. If you despise her, the sorrowful one, she will perish. If you are slow to listen to her, oppressed, she will lose strength. If you visit her with Your mercies, she will be preserved. If you look at her, she will be saved. If you listen to her, she will become stronger. Do not despise her, lest her enemy delight her. Do not remember the grossest griefs with which I have grieved Your grace, merciful Master, and do not deal with me according to all my deeds; but on the contrary, better grant me, a sinner, a short period of time in order to find me time for true repentance, O good Lover of Mankind. Thy grace tolerated a great many iniquities of my youth, and may it also now tolerate contempt, grief, and rashness. I know, Lord, You swore by Yourself that You do not want the death of a sinner, but rather You want to save him from sins by Your bounties. Your grace, life-loving Master, prevails daily with your compassion and your generosity. You have mercy and save those who love You. Moreover, Your compassions are preached everywhere in the Gospels and the Apostle, the holy fathers and teachers, famous in the Church and unnamed, speak about them in all scriptures. I know the prodigal son, Manasseh, the thief, Zacchaeus, the publican, the harlot, the Canaanite woman, the bleeding woman, the paralytic, the blind, Jairus, all those who were ordained, and I come to You; Open Thy compassion and receive me, sweeten my mind, because I often fall again into my former iniquities and, as if in mud, I am immersed in bad thoughts. Your grace, having come into my heart, finds there a stench from bad thoughts, so it immediately retreats, not finding an entrance for itself, and cannot enter and dwell in me, as it would like. Wash my heart with luminous delight so that I can come to my senses. What goodness of God! What God's love for mankind! How he desires and encourages all people to be saved! Spare, O Lord, Thy indecent servant; have mercy, O blessed Christ the Savior, Thy creation. If You, Lord, do not bring me, poor man, to reason and do not give me heartfelt enlightenment, then due to my great corruption I will not be able to see my negligence and relaxation. But since I am oppressed by an merciless enemy who oppresses me, I continually cry out with tears, night and day, to Your goodness to deliver me from his snares, because every hour he renews his machinations against me, every hour he oppresses my soul with lustful thoughts and desires for pleasure. Thy power, O Christ, which forbade the waves of the sea, let it also forbid him, so that he may have no effect on me, Thy indecent servant. Send, O Master, Thy grace soon, that he may wean away from Thy servant the great serpent with all his vile and evil thoughts, because the wounds inflicted on my heart by his arrows have become rotten scabs, and I, in my foolishness, am hiding them by all means. The Good Physician cries out to me, does not demand payment, does not shed my blood, but my laziness does not allow me to go to Him. He Himself comes to heal me, and sees that I am devouring my sores. And when I consume them, then I repent, but my repentance is not true. Giver of all medicines and Father of bounties, You, the only good and gracious God, always bestowing blessings on those who ask You! since I myself often experience Your immeasurable goals and good gifts sent down to me every day (the grace of Your healings, Lord, is immeasurably vast, and You give healing to everyone who comes to You), then I fearlessly beg Your goodness, gentle Lord, may Your grace descend upon me as usual, may it gather my mind into one, and again yes He will heal my terrible sores. For behold, the entertainments and worries of fleeting time occupy my attention and do not allow me to take care of Your eternal blessings. But You Yourself be patient with me. Neither heaven nor earth is able to pay due reward for Your healing and gracious gifts. For they have no such treasure with which to repay You. For my tears You Yourself bestow, for my bitter crying You grant me eternal pleasure. Oh, the power of tears! Grant, Lord, to me, Your unworthy servant, tears of repentance to wash away my sins, so that my heart may be enlightened, and with a few tears the great handwriting may be blotted out, and with a few tears the fire that I kindled may be extinguished. For those who mourn here will be delivered from eternal mourning. Behold, I gather my thoughts from everywhere, and I have not yet freed myself from the influence of evil spirits on me, which will delay me on the air path. I have not yet learned the gravity of my many sins. Those who plunged me into sin still bear fruit in my flesh. How long can I, the damned one, get drunk without wine and not take care of my own, as if it were someone else’s? Like a wicked servant against his master, so I scheme against my own salvation, as if someone else would bear my labors; I don’t want to be vigilant, I daily grieve Your long-suffering. Before my eyes I see my bitterness; You are patient with everything, because of Your great goodness. Grant me, Lord, the medicine of conversion, so that I can be healed of everything that is bitter in me. Grant me to enter the field of abstinence; grant me to pass all the days of my life in contrition of heart; enlighten the darkened eyes of my mind, so that I may enter Thy vineyard with zeal, because the time of my life has become impoverished, spent in vanity and in shameful thoughts. The time of my life has already reached the eleventh hour. Rule the boat of my purchase, O Lord, and grant understanding to the feeble merchant, so that I may complete my purchase while I still have time. For the hour of separation has come, it is already before my eyes, and I was extremely afraid when I saw my poverty; Instead of being happy, I was even more afraid. Truly, soul, the coming of death is terrible for passionate, sinful and weak people who have not tried to live blamelessly in this vain world. Workers and perfect ascetics rejoice in the hour of separation. Having before their eyes the great work of their asceticism, vigils, fasting, repentance, prayers, tears, sackcloth, their soul rejoices that they are called from their body to enter into peace. But separation extremely saddens the sinner, who sees before his eyes his own negligence, the food of covetousness. And he is not allowed to say anything at all, because preference is given to the command. What kind of repentance then fills the heart of one who is here negligent about his salvation? Alas, soul, alas! Why are you so careless about your life? Suddenly your calling will come; What will you do there, being careless here? What will you do before the throne of the righteous Judge? How is it that the enemy robs you and you don’t understand it? How is it that the enemy steals heavenly wealth from you, and you, distracted, do not know this? Protect me, long-suffering Son of God and sinless Christ! Grant me, Savior, the thought of a future life, so that I may do your will. Although in my old age make me a co-operator of Your grace, so that I can make a good purchase with the silver that You Yourself, the Heavenly King, gave me. How can I, distracted, present myself to the terrible throne? How can I, impatient and unfruitful, be found to be an accomplice of those who brought forth the fruit of righteousness here? What kind of life will I become known for when saints and saints recognize each other on their heavenly beds? The righteous, chaste, humble will walk in the unapproachable light, and the sinful, lazy, proud, arrogant, carefree in luxury - in eternal and unquenchable fire. O foolish soul! O unfeeling soul! A soul that has hated its eternal life! How long will the evil habit of evil thoughts attract you? In your negligence you expect that your death will be slow to come, but it will come like lightning. Stay awake, my soul, praying with tears; cry out with all your heart so that death may overtake you, converted, through the prayers of our All-Pure Lady Theotokos and all Your saints, Lord, because blessed are You forever. Amen. You might be interested in: