Most Holy Theotokos, save us!
O Bride of God, who bore the Lord Pilot, still the tumult of my passions
and the storm of my transgressions.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us!
Grant me the abyss of your kindness, upon which I call, O you who gave
birth to the Compassionate One, the Savior of those who hymn you.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us!
Enjoying your gifts, O Pure One, we sing a hymn of thanksgiving to you
whom we know to be the Mother of God.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us!
As you love good, O Theotokos, the only ever-Virgin, help me as I lie on
my bed of illness and infirmity.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us!
We are delivered from every difficulty, O All-Hymned One, for we have you
as our hope, our confirmation, and immovable wall.