From the Triodion

Sick from the assaults of many passions, my heart is on the way to the horrible grave of laziness to be covered with the stone of insensibility. O Savior, who by the wood of Your life-giving Cross have given life to all the dead, awaken me and give me life so that I may glorify Your divinity with awe.

From O Lord, to You I Call, Vespers, Wednesday, Sixth Week of Lent

Clothed in the God-woven purple of freedom, the fine linen of incorruption, O my soul, you have mocked your own dignity. You have sought pleasure andwealth in sin, looking down on your brethren, as the rich man on poor Lazarus. May you not be punished with the rich man. Be poor in spirit and cry out to the Lord, humbled for your sake: O You, who wore the purple of mockery before the Cross and were crucified for my sake; deliver me from eternal shame, vesting me in the robe of Your Kingdom, O Christ!

From the Aposticha, Vespers, Wednesday, Sixth Week of Lent

From the Triodion

Unfortunate as I am, I have weakened my soul by my many transgressions and the pleasures of life, spending all my time in the bed of laziness. But now I cry out to You: O master, come and take me home! Grant me health and grace, O compassionate One! Do not condemn me, O my Savior, lest I sleep the sleep of death and the Enemy rejoice over my downfall, for he seeks to plunge me into the terrible depths of Hell!

From O Lord, to You I Call, Vespers, Tuesday, Sixth Week of Lent

Free us from soul-destroying greed, O Savior, and grant us a place in the bosom of Abraham together with poor Lazarus. You who are rich in mercies have become poor for our sake. You lead us from corruption to incorruption for You are a compassionate God, the Lover of Mankind.

From the Aposticha, Vespers, Tuesday, Sixth Week of Lent

From the Triodion

You who are rich, O Christ, have made Yourself poor and You have enriched us mortals with immortality and light. I have grown poor through the pleasures of this life; make me rich with virtues, granting me a place with the poor Lazarus, and deliver me from the punishment of the rich man and the torment of Gehenna which awaits me.

Sinfully, I have grown rich in evil. I have loved luxury and have indulged in sensual pleasures, and I deserve to be condemned, O Lord, to the fires of Hell. My mind is famished like Lazarus, and I have neglected it. It lies as an outcast before the gates of virtuous deeds. Take pity on me, O Master!

From O Lord, to You I Call, Vespers, Monday, Sixth Week of Lent

Marvelous is the Savior's providence toward us; for possessing knowledge of future things as though they were already present. He has set before us the story of the rich man and Lazarus. As we contemplate the final end of them both, let us flee the cruelty of the former and his lack of love for mankind. Let us imitate the patience and the long-suffering of the latter, that with him we may rest in the bosom of Abraham, crying aloud: O Lord and righteous Judge; glory to You!

O God of compassion, at the prayers of all the saints and of the Theotokos, grant us peace and have mercy on us!

From the Aposticha, Vespers, Monday, Sixth Week of Lent

From the Triodion

Desiring only the interests of my flesh, I have become the murderer of my soul. I have been made a plaything of devils and a slave of sinful pleasures. In Your compassion, spare me, for You put the demons to flight. Before I am completely lost, save me, O Lord!

I have sinned, O Christ my God; I have sinned, rejecting Your commandments. Be merciful to me, O Benefactor; that, escaping from the darkness, I may see with my inner eyes, and cry to You in awe: Before I am completely lost, save me, O Lord!

I am utterly enslaved to the passions, I have forsaken the Law and the Holy Scriptures. Heal me in every part, O loving Benefactor, who for my sake have become as I am. Turn me back, O merciful Destroyer of the passions. Before I am completely lost, save me, O Lord!

Out of eny, the author of evil drove the first-created man from Paradise. But the thief who cried out upon the Cross, "Remember me," regained Paradise once more. With faith and reverence, I also cry to You: Remember me! Befoer I am completely lost, save me, O Lord!

From O Lord, to You I call, Vespers, Thursday, Fifth Week of Lent

I fell among thieves by my reasoning. I was robbed bymy wretched mind, greatly stricken and wounded in soul. I lie, naked of grace, on the highway of life. The priest saw my hopeless wounds andpassed me by. The Levite knew my disease and turned away. You, O Christ my God, in Your love for mankind, have stooped down to me. you came, not from samaria, but from incarnation through Mary. Grant me healing by pouring out on me the oil of Your great mercy.

From the Aposticha, Vespers, Thursday, Fifth Week of Lent