Irmos: The sea of life, raised up in vain by misfortunes and storms, flowed to Your quiet refuge, crying out to You: lift up my belly from aphids, O Omni-merciful One.
Have mercy, save me, Son of God, have mercy, the infuriated with a healing word, and a gracious voice, like a thief, say to me: Amen, I say to you, you will be with Me in Paradise when I come in My glory.
Do not extract fruits worthy of repentance from me, for my strength within me is diminished. Grant me a contrite heart, and spiritual poverty, so that I may offer this to You, like a pleasant sacrifice, the One Savior.
Glory to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.
I am not the imam of boldness, O Lover of mankind, to look up and see the immeasurable height, having sinned into heaven, neither will Thy son be called the prodigal, but be merciful to me, having immeasurable mercy.
And now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen.
Judge, Whom you gave birth to, Virgin Mary, beg in the hour of judgment to show mercy to me, O Pure One, and save the condemned, the only Representative of the human race.