LAMENTATION

Visit, Lord, the fallen coin
And Your lost image,
Which I buried in the disease of sins
And stinking wretchedly in the filth.
Cleanse me, Lord, from the filth of the soul
With the hand of white purity.
You shall fill the number of the tenth,
Like the holy forty-day fast referencing the cycle of spiritual discipline.
Lift me upon Your shoulders, O Lifter of the Cross,
Bring up the fallen soul.
Make the powers on high rejoice
Because of one sinner.
With the sacrifice of Abel,
Into a sweet-smelling offering to You,
Receive me also, Lord, with him.
Do not let me be cast out with Cain,
Even though not according to worthiness
Have I offered the burnt sacrifice to You.
For I chose my own first,
And Yours last in the sacrifice.
I became like the treacherous one,
The fratricidal traitor,
Killing myself willingly,
And betraying myself by my own self.
Not the external body of a brother,
But my own soul within.