Choir: Irmos: From the morning night,/ O loving man, enlighten me, I pray,/ and guide me in Thy commandments,/ and teach me, O Savior,// to do Thy will.
Chorus: Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me. (for each troparion)
Jesus, visit the wounds of my soul,/ just like the fallen robbers of old in the hand,// and heal my illness, Christ, I pray.
In the night my life passed away forever, / for the darkness was swift and deep for me, the night of sin, / / but like the day of the son of the Savior, show me.
Reuben, imitating the accursed Az,/ committed lawless and lawless counsel against the Most High God,// desecrating my bed, like his father.
I confess to You, Christ the King,/ I have sinned, I have sinned,/ like the brethren who sold the fruit of purity and chastity before Joseph.
The righteous soul is bound by its relatives,/ selling itself into sweet work,/ in the image of the Lord:/ you are the whole soul, you have sold yourself// to your evil ones.
Joseph’s righteous and chaste mind / imitate the cursed and unskillful soul, / and do not be defiled by wordless aspirations / always lawless.
Even though sometimes Joseph lived in the ditch, / Master of the Lord, / but in the image of Your burial and rising // what shall I bring to You when I bring calico?
Moses heard the ark of the soul, / carried by the waters, the waves of the river, / as in the devil of old, running the affairs of the bitter // Council of the Pharaohs.
And women have heard of you, sometimes killing/ an ageless man, a damned soul, an act of chastity,/ now like the great Moses// this is wisdom.
Like the great Moses/ of the Egyptian, having wounded/ the accursed mind, you did not kill your soul:/ and how did you dwell, they say,// in the desert of passions through repentance?
The great Moses settled in the desert,/ come and imitate that life,/ and in the bush of theophany your soul// will be in a vision.
The rod of Moses is imagined by the soul, / striking the sea, and thickening the depths, / in the image of the Divine Cross: / which you too can // accomplish great things.
Aaron offered fire to God, immaculate, unflattering:/ but Hophni and Phinehas, as you are to the soul,// offered to the Lord a defiled life alien to God.
Like a heavy disposition,/ the bitter Pharaoh was Master,/ Janni and Jambre, soul and body, // and immersed in mind, but help me.
The feces mixed with the accursed mind, / wash me, Master, in the bath of my tears, / I pray to Thee, my clothes of flesh, / making them white like snow.
If I test my deeds, O Savior,/ I see every man who has exceeded his own sins,/ that through reason he sins,// not through ignorance.
Have mercy, O Lord, Thy creation,/ for our sins, weaken us,/ for He Himself is pure by nature,/ and except for You// there is no one except filth.
For my sake, this God,/ you imagined in me,/ you showed miracles, healing lepers,/ and tightened the weakened one,/ you stopped the bleeding current of your Savior,// with a touch piz.
Imitate the bleeding cursed soul, / priests, hold back the marks of Christ, / so that you will be freed from wounds, / and hear from Him // your faith will save you.
Imitate your soul below, / come, fall at the feet of Jesus, / so that he will correct you, / and may you walk in the right direction // in the paths of the Lord.
Even if you are a deep well, O Lord,/ let flow out water from your pure veins,/ but like the Samaritan woman, no one drinks the thirst of // life, for the streams flow out.
Let Siloam/ be my tears, Lord Lord,/ let me wash the apple of my heart,// and see You wisely, Eternal Light.
Chorus: Reverend Mother Mary, pray to God for us.
Mary: O all-rich with incomparable desire,/ having desired to worship the tree of the animal,/ thou hast been granted the desire,/ grant that I also// may gain the highest glory.
Chorus: Reverend Mother Mary, pray to God for us.
Mary: Having passed over the streams of the Jordan,/ you found painless peace,/ having escaped the sweetness of the flesh,/ you also extinguished us// through your prayers, Reverend.
Chorus: Reverend Father Andrew, pray to God for us.
Andrei: As shepherds are most noble, / And the wisest, / you are chosen, / I pray with great love and fear, / through your prayers, you will improve salvation, / and eternal life.
Glory to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Trinity: We glorify Thee Trinity, One God,/ Holy, Holy, Holy art Thou/ Father, Son and Soul,/ simple Being,// One ever worshiped.
And now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen.
Theotokos: From You put on my mixture,/ the incorruptible, husbandless Mother of the Virgin,/ God who created the eyelids,// and unite to Yourself human nature.