Chorus: Irmos: The prophet/ heard your coming, O Lord, and feared,/ because you wanted to be born of a virgin/ and appear as a man, and said:/ I heard your rumor and were afraid,// Glory to Your power, Lord.
Chorus: Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me. (for each troparion)
Do not despise Your works, / Do not forsake Your creation, O Justice, / even if you have sinned just like a man, / more than any other man, O Lover of mankind, / but imash, like the Lord everyone, // the power to forgive sins.
The end is approaching, soul, approaching, / and careless, no preparation: / time is shortening, arise, near at the door there is a Judge: / like sleep, like color, the time of life flows // that in vain Are we worried?
Arise, O my soul,/ thy deeds which thou hast done, meditate,/ and bring these before thy face,/ and let forth drops of thy tears:/ pray with boldness deeds and thoughts to Christ,// and justify yourself.
There was no sin in life, no deed, no malice,/ and I, O Savior, did not sin/ in mind and word and will/ and sentence, and thought, and deed, // like no one else has ever sinned.
From here I was condemned, / from here I was despised, damned from my own conscience, / there is nothing more needed in the world: / Judge, my Deliverer, and above all, / / spare and deliver, and save me Your servant.
The ladder, as ancient as the ancient/ great in the patriarchy,/ is an indication for my soul,/ of an active ascent, a reasonable ascent:/ if you will, by action and by reason,// and live by sight, be renewed.
He endured the heat of the day/ deprivation for the sake of the patriarch,/ and bore the filth of the night,/ creating provisions for every day,/ shepherding, toiling, working, // and combining two wives.
I mean two wives, / action and understanding in sight, / I believe in action, like one with many children: / Rachel is intelligence, like one who has many labors // for apart from labor, there is neither action nor vision of the soul, will get better.
Be vigilant about my soul!/ Be as great as the ancients in the Patriarchs,/ so that you achieve deeds with reason,/ so that your mind is blind to God,/ and you reach the never-ending darkness in your vision,// and you will great merchant.
Twelve patriarchs,/ the great child-creator of all the patriarchs,/ secretly establish for you // the ladder of my active soul’s ascent:/ children, like the foundations: degrees, // like the ascent, having placed it wisely.
You imitated the hated Esau's soul, / you gave the first kindness primacy to your charmer, / and you fell away from your fatherly prayers, / and you crawled twice accursed, / in deed and in mind // therefore repent now.
Esau was called Edom,/ for the extreme sake of misogynistic confusion:/ we constantly kindle with intemperance,/ and defile ourselves with sweets,/ we are called Edom,// even the word for kindling sinful souls.
When Job heard in the pit, / about my soul being justified, / you were not jealous of that courage, / you did not have a firm offer, in all things you weighed, / and you were tempted by the same You are, // but You appeared impatient.
Who was first on the throne,/ is now naked and rotting in the pits:/ many in children and glorious,/ childless and homeless in vain:/ the ward is a rotting place,// and the scabs of the beads are not accounted for.
With royal dignity, with a crown and scarlet robes,/ a man of many names and a righteous one/ boiling with wealth and flocks,/ suddenly lost the wealth, the glory of the kingdom// having become impoverished.
Even if he were righteous and blameless above all, / and he would not escape the catch of the flatterer and the net: / you are a sin-loving creature, damned soul, what have you done, / even if many things happen about the unknown / / will happen what do you think?
The body is defiled, the spirit is calcified,/ it is all cut off,/ but like Christ the physician,/ with my repentance, heal both,/ wash, cleanse,/ show my Savior,// purer than snow.
Thy Body and Blood, crucified for all, Thou hast laid down in the Word:/ Body, therefore, that Thou mayest renew me:/ Blood, that Thou mayest wash me:/ Thou hast given up the spirit,/ That Thou mayest bring me to Christ,// Thine To the parent.
Thou hast wrought salvation/ in the midst of the earth, Generously,/ that we may be saved./ By will thou art crucified on the Tree./ We go, the closed one is opened,/ the creature above and below,/ all the nations are saved// They worship You.
May there be a font for me,/ the blood from Thy side,/ together with the drink,/ which has flowed out the water of the remaining water,/ may I be cleansed by both,/ anointed and drunk:/ as anointing and drink of the Word,// animal Your words.
Naked am I of the palace,/ naked am I of the marriage, of the feast and of the supper:/ the lamp is extinguished, like an oilless one,/ the palace is closed for me to sleep,/ the supper is eaten:/ I am hand and foot I am bound, // I am cast out.
Cup of the Church of the Covetous,/ Thy life-giving ribs,/ from below flow forth for us currents,/ abandonment and reason,/ in the image of the ancient and the new// two covenants together, Our Savior.
The time of my life is short, / and is filled with illnesses and wickedness, / but in repentance, accept me, / and call me to reason, / so that I will not be covetous, nor cruel to strangers, / / Savior, Me Himself be generous.
Nowadays I am lofty-verbal,/ but cruel in heart,/ in vain and in vain,/ let not judge me with the Pharisee,/ rather, give me the publican’s humility/ alone to Generosity, Justice,// and this count me.
I have sinned, having vexed the vessel of my flesh,/ I am generous,/ but in repentance, accept me,/ and call me to reason,/ so that I will not be covetous, nor cruel to strangers, // Savior, be generous to me.
I was self-immolated by passions, / harming my soul generously, / but in repentance, accept me, / and call me to reason, / so that I will not be covetous, nor cruel to strangers, / / O Savior, be generous to me yourself.
I did not listen to Your voice,/ I disobeyed Your scripture, the Lawgiver,/ but in repentance, accept me,/ and call me to reason,/ so that I will not covet, nor covet a stranger,/ Savior, Himself be generous.
Chorus: Reverend Mother Mary, pray to God for us.
Mary: The disembodied dwelling in the flesh is transitory,/ You have truly received grace like unto God,/ faithfully intercede for those who honor you./ Moreover, we pray to you,// from all misfortunes and deliver us with your prayers.
Chorus: Reverend Mother Mary, pray to God for us.
Mary: Having descended into the depths of great misery, / you were uncontrollable, / but you rose with a better thought, / to the extreme manifestation of virtue, gloriously, / / the angelic nature of Mary, surprising.
Chorus: Reverend Father Andrew, pray to God for us.
Andrei: Andrei, fatherly praise, / do not cease praying with your prayers, / standing before the Most Divine Trinity, / so that we may be delivered from torment, / by the love of your divine representative, the all-blessed calling, // Fertilizer for Krit.
Glory to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Trinitarian: Indivisible Being,/ unfused Persons,/ I theologize Thee, the One and Only Trinity Deity,/ As the one-royal and co-throne,/ I cry out to Thee a great song,// in the highest, most hymn-worthy.
And now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen.
Theotokos: And you give birth, and you are virgins,/ and you remain in both the nature of the Virgin:/ The one who is born renews the laws of nature,/ the womb gives birth without giving birth./ Whatever God wants, the order of nature is overcome: // He does what he wants.