O Theotokos, you are my hope, you are a wall and haven of good hope and a refuge of salvation for me, for I am exhausted by the presence of passions! Save me from all my enemies that persecute my soul and hunt for it with various temptations, for on the way that I walk they have hidden many traps for me, many scandals, many hardships, many deceptions, and many afflictions of soul and body catch me into sinful falls and I, the wretched one, have already fallen into the traps of the enemy and I am bound and held by them, and what shall I, the despairing one, do? I know not! For if I seek to repent, I am held by lack of feelings and hardness of heart and a single tear! Alas for my cursed state! Alas for my deprivation! Alas for my poverty! To whom then, can I, the guilty one, turn? Only to you, the compassionate Mother of our Lord and Savior, the hope of the hopeless, the wall and protection of those who flee to you! Turn not away from me, for I am filthy: I have you as the only consolation in my life, O Virgin Mary Theotokos, and to you alone in every need do I flee with boldness, do not abandon me, then, in this life and at the hour of my death come to my aid, O my helper, that all my enemies may behold you and be put to shame, being conquered by you, O Lady, Intercessor of my salvation. Amen.
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