(Prayer of Jeremiah the Hermit)
Holy Great Martyr and Healer Panteleimon! Pray to God for us and do not allow those illnesses that hurt us in soul and body to remain in us any longer! Heal those ulcers and scabs that were caused to us by our passions. We suffer from laziness and relaxation - we are healed. We are sick with attraction and addiction to earthly objects - we are healed. We are sick, O Saint Panteleimon! We suffer from forgetfulness: about the matter of salvation, about our sins and weaknesses, about our responsibilities - we are healed. We are sick with resentment, anger, hatred - heal, O healer of St. Athos and the world. We are sick with envy, pride, arrogance, exaltation, despite all the poverty and wantonness - we are healed. We suffer from many and different attacks of carnality: gluttony, intemperance, gluttony, voluptuousness - we are healed. We are sick with drowsiness, verbosity, idle talk, judgmentalism - we are healed, O Saint Panteleimon!
Our eyes hurt from sinful views, our ears hurt from listening to idle talk, slander, slander - we are healed. My hands hurt due to a reluctance to perform prayers and give alms - they are healed. Our legs hurt from the reluctance to hastily go to the church of the Lord and from the desire to walk around the hills and visit the houses of the world - to be healed. Our tongue and our lips hurt, our lips hurt: with idle talk, idle talk, slander, turning away from prayers and hymns, or pronouncing them carelessly, absent-mindedly, without attention, without understanding - We are healed, oh mercy!
We hurt from head to toe: our minds hurt with incomprehensibility, unreasonableness and madness; our will hurts, turning away from holy pursuits and striving for deeds that are harmful and repugnant to God; Our memory hurts, forgetting our sins and constantly containing within itself the sins and insults of our neighbors; Our imagination hurts, unable and unwilling to vividly imagine to us our death, the eternal torment of sinners, the blessings of the Kingdom of Heaven, God’s wrath, Christ’s suffering on the cross, His crucifixion - heal us, O Saint Panteleimon! Everything in us hurts. Our entire soul, with all its strengths and abilities, is also weak. Our whole body with all its members is also weak.
Heal us, O Saint Panteleimon, Healer, merciless and loving Healer, servant of the Most Holy Theotokos, and do not forsake our damnation in many ailments and in many infirmities: yes Having been healed by your grace, I will glorify the Most Holy Trinity, the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit and the Most Holy Theotokos, who sends you to serve the sick, and I will thank you, O Saint Panteleimon, a celibate shrine forever. Amen.