Псалтирь - Молитвы по кафисме 9 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Vladyko Lord, our God, the only cursed soul of my soul and sowing the healing, healed, as well as Versay, for the sake of many mercy and the generosity of your, to put the patch to her, lower than my, below the obligation, but you, who came, who came not righteous calling, but sinful in repentance, have mercy, damage, sorry, to tear out the manuscript of many of my and outdoor deeds and instruct me on your right path, yes, walk in your truth, possible to avoid the arrows of Lukavago and the Sitsa will represent an indefinite before your terrible throne , glorifying and chanting your blessed name forever, Amen.