O Lord God
The woman who had fallen into many sins
Perceiving Thy Divinity
Received the rank of ointment-bearer
Offering Thee spices before Thy burial
Wailing and crying:
“Woe is me for the love of adultery and sin
Hath given me a dark and moonless night.
Accept the fountain of my tears,
Othou Who drawest the waters of the sea by the clouds
Incline Thou to the sigh of my heart
O Thou Who didst bend the heavens
By Thine inapprehensible condescension;
I will kiss Thy pure feet
And I will wipe them with my tresses.
I will kiss Thy feet Whose tread
When it fell on the ears of Eve in Paradise
Dismayed her so that she did hide herself because of fear;
Who then shall examine the multitude of my sins
And the depth of Thy judgments?
Wherefore, O my Savior, and the Deliverer of my soul
Turn not away from Thy handmaiden,
O Thou of boundless mercy.” Amen.