ст҃а́гѡ петра̀ стꙋді́йскагѡ:
Of Saint Peter Studite:
Thy holy rule, O Father, doth teach us to flee from every sin and to walk in the way of righteousness.
Thy pure life, O Venerable One, was a mirror of true piety and a pattern for all who seek to follow Thee.
Through Thy compunction of heart, O Father, Thou didst show us the path of true humility and the power of prayer.
Thy stranger life, O Venerable One, in the wilderness was a testimony to Thy love for God and Thy desire for spiritual purity.
Thou didst fight against the delusion that the world offers any true joy or satisfaction; therefore, Thou wast ever zealous for the things of God.
O Father, by Thy mercy, we beseech Thee to intercede for us before the throne of grace, that we may find true peace and rest in Christ our Lord.
Къ тебѣ̀ пречтⷭ҇ѣй бж҃їей мт҃ри а҆́зъ ѻ҆каѧ́нный припа́даѧ молю́сѧ: вѣ́си, цр҃и́це, ꙗ҆́кѡ безпреста́ни согрѣша́ю и҆ прогнѣвлѧ́ю сн҃а твоего̀ и҆ бг҃а моего̀, и҆ мно́гажды а҆́ще ка́юсѧ, ло́жъ пред̾ бг҃омъ ѡ҆брѣта́юсѧ, и҆ ка́юсѧ трепе́щѧ: не ѹ҆же́ли гдⷭ҇ь порази́тъ мѧ̀, и҆ по часѣ̀ па́ки та̑ѧжде творю̀. Вѣ́дꙋщи сїѧ̑, влⷣчце моѧ̀ гпⷭ҇жѐ бцⷣе, молю̀, да поми́лꙋеши, да ѹ҆крѣпи́ши, и҆ бл҃га̑ѧ твори́ти да пода́си мѝ. Вѣ́си бо, влⷣчце моѧ̀ бцⷣе, ꙗ҆́кѡ ѿню́дъ и҆́мамъ въ не́нависти ѕла̑ѧ моѧ̑ дѣла̀, и҆ все́ю мы́слїю люблю̀ зако́нъ бг҃а моегѡ̀: но не вѣ́мъ, гпⷭ҇жѐ пречтⷭ҇аѧ, ѿкꙋ́дꙋ ꙗ҆̀же ненави́ждꙋ, та̑ и҆ люблю̀, а҆ бл҃га̑ѧ престꙋпа́ю. Не попꙋща́й, пречтⷭ҇аѧ, во́ли мое́й соверша́тисѧ, не ѹ҆го́дна бо є҆́сть: но да бꙋ́детъ во́лѧ сн҃а твоегѡ̀ и҆ бг҃а моегѡ̀: да мѧ̀ сп҃се́тъ, и҆ вразꙋми́тъ, и҆ пода́стъ бл҃года́ть ст҃а́гѡ д¦а, да бы́хъ а҆́зъ ѿсе́лѣ преста́лъ сквернодѣ́йства, и҆ про́чее пожи́лъ бы́хъ въ повелѣ́нїи сн҃а твоегѡ̀, є҆мꙋ́же подоба́етъ всѧ́каѧ сла́ва, че́сть и҆ держа́ва, со безнача́льнымъ є҆гѡ̀ ѻ҆ц҃е́мъ, и҆ прест҃ы́мъ, и҆ бл҃ги́мъ, и҆ животворѧ́щимъ є҆гѡ̀ д¦омъ, ны́нѣ и҆ при́снѡ, и҆ во вѣ́ки вѣкѡ́въ. Ґми́нь.
To Thee, O Most Pure Mother of God, with great reverence I fall down and pray: Remember me, O Queen, because without cease I sin and grieve Thee and Thy Son, and many times I confess my sins, lying before Thee in penitence. I confess tremblingly: Shall it not be that the Lord will smite me, and again at the appointed time I shall fall into distress? Knowing this, O My Lady, Thou Most Pure One, I beseech Thee, have mercy on me, strengthen me, and grant to do good deeds. For indeed, O My Lady, most pure one, although I hate with all my heart the works of sin, and love with all my mind the law of Thy Son: yet I know not from what source I am hated, but loving it, I commit evil. Do not allow, O Most Pure One, that my will accomplish this, for it is not meet; but may Thy will and the will of Thy Son be accomplished: to save me, to enlighten me, and to grant eternal blessings to the holy house of God now and forever, and to all ages. Amen.