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I departed far away from holy mysteries, [and] from good works. My soul deemed it better to withdraw from the light [and] to be with darkness. Lord, have mercy. The thoughts of the evil one deceive my soul, [and] sink [it] deep. They cover [it] with abysses, they mock at my fall, they make a laughingstock of me. Lord, have mercy. Willingly was I bent down; paralyzed in body, I am not able to stand upright. The burning fire of sins set ablaze the spiritual goods that were in me. Lord, have mercy. I was scourged by sins; the onlookers mocked [me]; my soul grew weary. The gall of bitterness, ringing in my heart—my lamp has been extinguished. Lord, have mercy. By the tasting of sins, I tasted death; [once] rich, I have become destitute. I am dead in my spirit, led astray in my mind; I exist in body alone. Lord, have mercy. Into the snare of death, into the hunter[’s trap] I fell; I was overcome by passions. I became a target for the arrows of the enemy; I am continually newly wounded. Lord, have mercy. Many dogs have surrounded me; they are stained with my blood. I became a prey for the evil one; by the net of sins he captured my soul. Lord, have mercy.