Oh, holy Maiden, how does your compassionate Son endure my lies, which know no limit or measure? No sooner do I make my promises, I rush off to sin again, like a dog that has eaten too much, but still rushes to eat its own vomit. So too do I, an unclean man and a liar, return to the things I once put behind me, falling into despair, but never changing my ways. Help me, O Mother of God! Do not abandon me! Save me from the hand of the devil! Make me a servant of your Son, and a vessel useful to the Holy Spirit. Cover me with your grace when the hour of my death is near. Save me, save me, O Holy Theotokos, as you wish to, and as you know how to. Amen.