APOSTICHA OF MONDAY IN THE THIRD WEEK
OF THE GREAT FAST
Matins, Tone 4
Clothed in the filthy garment of my sins, I am cast out from the bridal chamber of joy; but in Thine ineffable compassion, O God, take pity on me, as Thou hast taken pity on the Prodigal Son, and be merciful to me.
O loving Father, my folly has stripped me bare of all Thy gifts. I have gone far from Thee and have enslaved myself to a strange citizen. I led unclean beasts to pasture, and eating from their food I was not filled. But, knowing Thy tender mercy, I have run to Thee: in Thy love for man, cover my nakedness and save me.