To whom will I call, O Lady, to whom will I resort in my sorrow; To whom shall I bring my tears and sighs, if not to You, Queen of Heaven and earth. Who will pluck me out of 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 me from bitterness and sorrows and all sorts of ailments and illnesses, from visible enemies and invisible, pacify the enmity of those who oppress me, so that I will be delivered from slander and human malice; So, free me from my flesh and vile customs.
Cover me under the canopy of Your mercy, so that I may find peace and joy and cleansing from sins. To your Mother’s intercession I entrust to myself: be my Mother and Hope, Protection and Help and Intercession, joy and consolation and quick helper in everything.
Oh, wonderful Lady! Everyone who flows to You does not leave without Your all-powerful help: for this reason, even though I am unworthy, I come running to You, so that I will be delivered from sudden and cruel death and gnashing dental and eternal torment. I am honored to receive the Kingdom of Heaven, and in the tenderness of my heart I say to You: Rejoice, Mother of God, our zealous Representative and Intercessor, forever and ever. Amen.