Во светлостех Святых Твоих како вниду недостойный? Аще бо дерзну совнити в чертог, одежда мя обличает, яко несть брачна, и связан извержен буду от Ангелов. Очисти, Господи, скверну души моея, и спаси мя, яко Человеколюбец.
Великий Вторник, стихира на хвалитех первая
In the light of thy saints, what is unworthy of all? As soon as I am bold enough to be led into the chamber, my clothes denounce me, as if I am not married, and I will be bound from the Angels. Cleanse, Lord, the defilement of my soul, and save me, like a Man-lover.
Great Tuesday, praise for praise the first