To whom shall I appeal, Lady? To whom shall I resort in my sorrow? To whom will I bring my tears and sighs, if not to You, Queen of heaven and earth? Who will pluck me from the mire of sins and iniquities, if not You, O Mother of the Belly, Intercessor and Refuge of the human race? Hear my groaning, comfort me and have mercy in my sorrow, protect me in troubles and misfortunes, deliver embitterment and sorrows and all sorts of ailments and illnesses, from visible and invisible enemies, pacify the enmity of those who chill me, so that I will be delivered from slander and human malice: also free me from vile customs of my own flesh. Cover me under the canopy of Your mercy, so that I may find peace and joy and cleansing from sins. I entrust to myself your maternal intercession: be my Mother and hope, protection and help and intercession, joy and consolation and a quick Helper in everything. O wonderful Lady!
Everyone who flows to You without Your all-powerful help does not leave: for this reason, even though I am unworthy, I run to You, so that I will be delivered from sudden and cruel death, the grinding of eternal and eternal torment, and I will be honored to receive the Kingdom of Heaven and to You in the tenderness of my heart the river: Rejoice, Mother of God, our Representative and Intercessor diligent, forever and ever.