Master! I am in Your hands, have mercy on me according to Your will, and if it is useful for me, heal me quickly.
Do not allow temptation, or sorrow, or illness beyond my strength, to come upon me, O Master of the Lord, but deliver me from them or grant me the strength to endure them with gratitude.
I will exalt you, Lord, for you lifted me up, and you did not make my enemies rejoice over me. Lord my God, I cried out to You and You healed me. Lord, you brought my soul up from hell, you saved me from those who went down into the pit. Sing to the Lord, ye who are like Him, and confess the remembrance of His holiness: for wrath is in His wrath, and life is in His will: mourning may endure for an evening, and joy comes to morrow. But I reeked in my abundance: I will not move forever. Lord, by Your will, grant my goodness strength: I turned away Your face and was embarrassed. I will cry to You, Lord, and I will pray to my God. What is the use of my blood if it sometimes goes into decay? will food confess to you that it is dusty? or will He proclaim Your truth? Hearing the Lord and the message of mercy: The Lord was my helper. Thou hast turned my weeping into my joy, thou hast torn my sackcloth to pieces, and thou hast girded me with gladness, that my glory may sing unto Thee, and not be moved. Lord my God, we will confess to You forever.
God, attend to my help: Lord, seek my help. Let those who seek my soul be ashamed and ashamed, let those who wish me evil turn back and be ashamed; let them return, ashamed, and say to me: good, good. Let all who seek You, O God, rejoice and rejoice in You; and let them say, “Glorified be the Lord, who love Your salvation.” But I am poor and needy, God, help me: you are my helper and my savior, O Lord, do not become stubborn.
1 Archimandrite John (Peasant). Cell book.
2 Synodal translation.