Choir: Irmos: The birth of a seedless conception is an unspeakable Christmas,/ To the mother of the husbandless, imperishable Fruit,/ For the birth of God renews the nature./ Moreover, give birth to all of you,/ like the Blessed Mother of God,// Orthodoxy we magnify.
Chorus: Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me. (for each troparion)
The mind is weakened, the body is sick, / the spirit is sick, the word is weak, / life is dead, the end is at the door. / Moreover, my damned soul, what have you done, / / when the Judge comes to test yours?
Moses brought to your soul, the world-being, / and from this all the covenant scriptures, / telling you the righteous and the unjust: / from below, the second, O soul, imitated you, and not the first, / into God having sinned.
The Law is faint, the Gospel celebrates, / the scriptures are all careless in you, / the prophets are faint, and all the righteous word: / your scabs, O souls, multiplying, / / I am not a healing physician cha.
Now I bring these instructions to the scriptures, / leading your soul, to tenderness: / be jealous of the righteous, but turn away from sinners, / and appease Christ with prayers and pity, // and purity, and fasting.
Christ became human, / calling the thieves and harlots to repentance: / repent, the door of the Kingdom has already opened, / and the Pharisees and tax collectors anticipate it, / and adulterers who repent.
Christ became human,/ having joined the flesh with me,/ and all that is of nature by desire/ filled with sin except,/ like you, O soul,// and foreshadowing the image of His descent.
Christ saved the Magi,/ convened the shepherds,/ showed the baby to many martyrs,/ glorified the elders, and the old widows,/ whose soul you were not jealous of, neither in deed, nor in life,// but woe to you, you will never be sued.
The Lord fasted for fourty days in the desert, / the last hunger, showing what is human: / let the soul not become lazy, lest an enemy come to you, / / let your prayer and fasting be reflected from your feet.
Christ was tempted,/ the devil was tempted,/ showing the stone,/ so that there would be bread:/ brought up to the mountain/ see all the kingdoms of the world in an instant./ Fear for the soul, catches,// sober pray to God at every hour.
The desert-loving turtledove, / the voice of a cry, / Christ’s lamp, preaching repentance, / Herod the lawless with Herodias. / Behold, my soul, lest thou be drawn into lawless snares, / / but kiss repentance.
The grace of the Forerunner moved into the desert,/ and all of Judea and Samaria/ heard the flow,/ and confessed their sins,/ zealously being baptized // whose soul you did not imitate.
Marriage is truly honest, and the bed is unclean:/ Christ blessed both of them first,/ the poison of the flesh,/ and at Cana, on the marriage, making water into wine,/ and showing the first miracle: // yes, you have changed, oh soul.
I will take the weakened one, Christ, / the bed of the earth, / and the young man who died, raised up, the birth of a widow, / and the centurion youth, / and the Samaritans did not appear, / in Dus, service // To you, soul pre-painting.
The Lord healed the bleeding/ with the touch of the hem of the vestment:/ cleansed the lepers:/ enlightened the blind and lame:/ healed the deaf and dumb, and the needy below in a word: may you be saved, you damned soul.
Healing ailments,/ preaching the good news to the poor, O Christ the Word,/ healing the harmful, eating with tax collectors,/ talking with sinners,/ Jair’s daughter the soul that died // return touch of the hand.
The publican escaped, and the harlot remained chaste,/ and the Pharisee boasted and was condemned:/ O wo, cleanse me:/ O oh, have mercy on me./ This majestic cry: O God, I thank Thee // and other crazy verbs.
Zacchaeus was a publican, but both escaped, / and the Pharisee Simon, who was relieved, / and the harlot took leave of permission, / from Him who had the strength to leave sins // even with the soul's desire imitate.
The harlot, O my accursed soul, / You were not jealous, / Even after you received the world of Alavaster, / with tears you smeared Noze Spasov, / cut off your hair / / of ancient sins manuscript tearing her apart.
The cities to which Christ gave the gospel,/ my soul, thou hast known how to curse the being./ Fear the commandment, lest thou be like them,/ also the Lord of Sodom having likened it,//condemn you even to hell.
Let my soul not grieve, / who appeared in despair, the Canaanites / who heard faith, / who were healed by the word of God. / Son of David, save me too, / call from the depths hearts, // like she is to Christ.
Be merciful and save me, / Son of David, have mercy, / those who are maddened with a word, healing, / a voice of kindness, like a thief saying to me: / Amen, I say to you, you will be with me in heaven, // when I come in My glory.
The thief spoke of Thee,/ the thief theologized Thee,/ both hung on the cross,/ but O the Good Morning, as to Thy faithful thief,/ who knew Thee God,/ and to me open the door// Your glorious Kingdom.
The trembling creation is crucified, seeing You, / the mountains and stones are disintegrating with fear, / and the earth is shaking, and hell is being laid bare, / and the light is darkened in the days, / in vain, Jesus, / nailed to the Cross.
Do not extract fruits worthy of repentance from me, / for my strength within me is failing, / grant me an ever-contrite heart, / but spiritual poverty, / so that I may bring this to you, / / as a pleasant sacrifice, the Savior alone.
My judge, and my leader, / though you come again from the angels, / judge the whole world, / then having seen me with your merciful eye, / have mercy and mercy on me, Jesus, / more than anyone else human nature having sinned.
Chorus: Reverend Mother Mary, pray to God for us.
Mary: You surprised everyone/ with your strange life,/ the ranks of angels, and the councils of men,/ having lived immaterially, and having passed on from nature:/ likewise, as if an immaterial leg had entered Mary,// The Jordan has passed.
Chorus: Reverend Mother Mary, pray to God for us.
Mary: Appease the Creator/ for those who praise you, O holy mother, get rid of bitterness and sorrows/ around those who attack:/ so that having been delivered from adversity, let us unceasingly glorify// the Lord who glorified you.
Chorus: Reverend Father Andrew, pray to God for us.
Andrei: Most honorable Andre, and most blessed Father,/ the shepherd of Crete,/ do not cease to pray for those who sing your praises:/ that we may be delivered from all anger and sorrow, and corruption,/ and immeasurable sins,// those who worship your memory is correct.
Glory to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Trinitarian: Let us glorify the Father, exalt the Son,/ let us faithfully worship the Divine Spirit,/ the indivisible Trinity, the Unity in Essence,/ as Light and Light, and Life and Life, // life-giving and enlightening the ends.
And now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen.
Theotokos: Preserve Your City/ To the Most Pure Mother of God:/ in You this one reigns faithfully,/ in You he is established:/ and by You he conquers,/ conquers every temptation,/ and captivates warriors,// and passes obedience.