APOSTICHA OF WEDNESDAY IN THE FIFTH WEEK
OF THE GREAT FAST
Matins, Tone 3
Forsaking the height of the virtues, O my soul, thou hast descended to the depths of sin, and fallen among evil thieves upon the road; and now thou dost lie covered with rotting sores, prostrate and helpless. But cry aloud to Christ thy God, who was crucified and wounded of His own will for thy sake: ‘Take care of me, O Lord, and save me.’
In my misery I have been wounded by thieving thoughts and left half dead, O Lord. The company of the prophets passed me by, seeing me at the point of death, incurable by human skills. Therefore, in my cruel suffering, with humbleness of heart I cry to Thee: O Christ my God, in Thy compassion pour upon me Thy great mercy.
If there is no Liturgy of the Presanctified
Vespers, Tone 8
In my wretchedness, I have fallen among the thieves of my own thoughts. My mind has been despoiled, and cruelly have I been beaten; all my soul is wounded, and stripped of the virtues I lie naked upon the highway of life. Seeing me in bitter pain and thinking that my wounds could not be healed, the priest neglected me and would not look at me. Unable to endure my soul-destroying agony, the Levite when he saw me passed by on the other side. But Thou, O Christ my God, wast pleased to come, not from Samaria but incarnate from Mary: in Thy love for mankind, grant me healing and pour upon me Thy great mercy.