From polluted lips accept a prayer, O unblemished and most pure Virgin Theotokos, and despise not my words, O my Joy, but look down on me and have pity, O Mother of my Maker. Do not abandon me during my lifetime, for you know that I place all my hope in you. Therefore, at the time also of my death, stand before me, O my helper, and be not then ashamed of me. For I know, O Virgin, that I am guilty of many sins, and I, the wretched one, tremble, contemplating that hour. But, O my Joy, reveal to me then your presence, work your mercy marvelously upon me, O Intercessor of my salvation. Rescue me from the cruelty of the demons, and from the fearsome and terrible trial of the spirits of the air, and deliver me from their malice, and transform all that grief and sorrow into joy by your enlightenment and grant me to pass unharmed through the principalities and powers of darkness and to attain to the worship at the throne of glory before Christ our God Who sits there with His Father, Who is without beginning, and Most Holy Spirit. Amen.
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