Слезное моление в воскресенье вечером

As if standing before Thy terrible throne, O Lord, I see, condemned, both the denunciation of my deeds, and Thy judgment concerning me, which, the poor one, removing me from Thy holy face, plunges me into unbearable torment. And just as then I will cry out to You, so now I cry out with trembling and with tears: “You are righteous, the most truthful Judge, and Your Court is righteous, and no injustice has been done to me. Good, most holy Angels, shed tears for me, because I did not have mercy on myself, despising God’s mercy, and finally, quite rightly, I am being punished. The Lord offered me mercy, but I always listened to this without a sound mind, and now, for a just reason, He turns away from me.” With anger, of course, the Angels will then say: “Now is the time not for repentance, but for retribution. The exhortation no longer has power, and tears of repentance are also invalid; the tears shed from torment abound; It is not unceasing sighing that is heard now, but endless lamentation. Go and accept a bitter and heavy reward for your deeds, burning in flames like an unclean substance, and igniting the unquenchable Gehenna of the never-sleeping beast, the fierce worm; enjoy yourself as the son of darkness, who loved eternal darkness; have fun looking at the black visions for which you abhorred the eternal light.” There, there will be incessant crying and painful gnashing of teeth. Alas, my poor soul, naked from all good deeds! How will you look at the impartial Judge, at the approaching and chanting Archangels, at the earth-born, standing naked? Everyone, everyone trembles at the terrible throne. For judgment is without mercy for those who have not shown mercy here. Alas! Then you will get sick, soul, but there will be neither voice nor obedience. Everything will change, everything will become different and take on a sad look; Then we will begin the osth century. The righteous will forever rejoice, others will forever suffer. They did not please the God of all, and now they are no longer what they seemed. Here, finally, let us cry out to God; and He proclaimed to the people that His companions are holy. I will tell You, Lord, everything, and forgive the indecent servant, do not despise my pitiful petition; I stretch out my defiled hands, do not reject me, seething with passions, but look at me lovingly with Thy compassionate compassion; I have defiled myself with voluptuousness, dishonored my spiritual beauty, enslaved myself to carnal wisdom, destroyed my former dominion, listened to the enemy-slanderer and sculpted idols of passions, fulfilled the wishes of the womb, eclipsed the lordship of my mind, having the honor of true sonship, I am likened to senseless cattle. Fear, trembling and horror overwhelm me when I foresee a mortal visitation, imperceptibly approaching everyone, but I myself remain uncorrected. From the depths I cry to You, Lord, I fall down and sigh tearfully. Be merciful and philanthropic to me, who places my hopes only in You. Make sure that I avoid the coming wrath that threatens condemnation there. Grant that my petrified soul may be abundant in virtues. Destroy my fruitless thoughts with the fire of Your Holy Spirit. Do not cut me down like a barren tree, and do not cast me into unquenchable fire, do not turn me into food for fire, like straw, but gather me like wheat, O my God. I bow the knee of my heart, the accursed one, not daring to look at heaven. Accept the prayer of unclean lips, one sinless Creator! You, King of all, Almighty, who overthrew the rebellious Belial, deliver me from all iniquities. Angels and mortals celebrate as they see my conversion. I have despised Your life-giving commandments, I have been deceived by vile deeds. Do not disdain, good Lord, to deliver me from the slavery of the evil one. With the fear of my heart I propitiate You, Who created me according to His will and loved me deeply, so that for my sake You became incarnate and endured death. Now I, the accursed one, find myself unmemorable of the amount of Thy love, O Savior; I have completely become a slave of pleasures, I have desecrated my body and soul, I cry out every day: “I have sinned,” and I do not stop doing evil. I now stand before You condemned, but grant me, O Good One, remission of my evil deeds, as a merciful and humane God. Virgin Mary, Mother of God, gates of heaven and the ark, in You I have reliable salvation, save me, Lady, Tune. Legions of Angels in heaven repeatedly groan for me, so that my soul is not suddenly stolen, and so that I do not go into the streams of fire. Terrible legislators, apostles, sitting with the Judge as co-thrones, sword-bearing and trembling Angels divide the hearts of sinners among themselves. Then every breath will mourn, because (alas!) there is no end to disasters. Prevent all this, O soul, imitating the lamentation of the harlot. Deliver me then, Savior, from the terrible threat of terrible torment. The Cherubim and Seraphim sing your praises unceasingly. The heavenly regiments sing the praises of You, in the One Trinity. You, Father, unborn Light, have your co-beginning Son, have your co-eternal Spirit, giving everyone the breath of life, as filled with generosity, compassion and goodness, through the prayers of the martyrs, prophets, apostles, saints, saints, and accept our voices, Heavenly Father. Lord, glory to You! To Him be glory and power with His All-Holy, Good and Life-giving Spirit, now and always, and unto ages of ages! Amen. You might be interested in: