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RUBRIC: SONG

[BY] THE LORD NERSĒS, CATHOLICOS OF THE ARMENIANS.

[RUBRIC:] Lamentation of a contrite soul.

RUBRIC: And:

RUBRIC: Plea of each person.

[Said] confessionally:

The whole world, looking unto me...

Be ye fellow sufferers. I open my lips; ex-

I lift up [my voice] with my tongue; I cry out against myself.

Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.

I became a thief of sins, a finder of perdition, a pit [of evils]...

I dug for myself. I betrayed my soul; betra[yed]—

[...] I [...]; I laid an ambush. Lord, have mercy.

Once I was light, and now I am darkness.

and the shadow of death. How shall I recount [it]?

[... the] number of my sins, for they are exceedingly many. Lord

Have mercy.

[O] heavens and earth, come, lament [my] wretched

...my soul. I chose evil; I received will[ingly...]

... [through] the multitudes of sins. Lord, have mercy.

I am wallowing in the mire; I roll in sins.

I cannot shake [it] off, filled with pestilence,

I became foul-smelling for a long time, [O] Lord.

Have mercy.