Irmos: I will pour out my prayer to the Lord, and to Him I will proclaim my sorrows, for my soul is filled with evil, and my life is drawing near to hell, and I pray like Jonah: from aphids, O God, raise me up.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
Death and decay, as I have saved, He Himself gave birth to death, corruption and death my former nature, Virgin, pray to the Lord and Thy Son, the enemies of evildoing spare me.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
I am the representative of Thee, and the Guardian is firm, O Virgin, and I resolve rumors of misfortunes, and drive away the taxes of demons; and I always pray to deliver me from the corruption of my passions.
Glory to the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Like a wall of refuge for the acquisitive, and for souls all-perfect salvation, and space in sorrow, O Maiden, and through Thy enlightenment we always rejoice: O Lady, and now we are from passions and Save the trouble.
And now, and forever, and forever and ever, amen. On my bed now I lie weak, and there is no healing for my flesh; but you who gave birth to the God and Savior of the world, and the Savior of ailments, I pray to You, the Good One: raise me from aphids and illnesses.