Having seen the wealth of the virtues of Andovlikh,/ the righteous enemies steal the machinations of yours,/ and, having torn apart the pillar of the body,/ the treasure of the spirit will not be stolen,/ you will find an armed immaculate soul,/ less and, having exposed me, taken captive,/ having preceded me before the end,// deliver me, the flatterer, O Savior, and save me.
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