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I departed far from holy thoughts [and] from good works. My soul deemed it better to withdraw from the light [and] to dwell with darkness. Lord, have mercy. The thoughts of the Evil One deceive my soul [and] plunge [it] into the depths. They cover [me] with abysses; they laugh at my downfall [and] make a mockery of me. Lord, have mercy. Willfully I bent low; paralyzed in myself, I cannot rise. The consuming fire of sins burned up the spiritual goods within me. Lord, have mercy. I was disgraced by sins; the onlookers mocked, [and] my soul grew weary. The gall of bitterness struck into my heart; my lamp was extinguished. Lord, have mercy. By the tasting of sins I tasted death; [though once] opulent, I have become impoverished. I am dead in my spirit, led astray in my mind; I exist only in my body. Lord, have mercy. Into the snare of death, of the hunter, I fell; I was overcome by passions. I became a target for the arrows of the enemy; anew I am ever wounded. Lord, have mercy. Many dogs have encompassed me; they are besmeared with my blood. I became prey for the Evil One; with the net of sins he captured my soul. Lord, have mercy.