Monday, October 7 : Saint Nerses Chnorhali

From Jerusalem, our paradise, As a guilty Adam, I went down to the city of Jericho; I fell into the hands of the brigand. They stripped me of light; They covered my soul with the wounds of sin; They did not leave me simply half-dead, But after death, they still tormented me. And Moses the Levite, And Aaron the high priest, The Nation of the Grand Patriarch, And the prophets of the old law, Saw the wounds of my incurable suffering, And these terrible wounds; They passed by with only the remedy of words And could not cure them. To you that they called the Samaritan, The impudent Jewish race, I will show the sufferings of my soul, In your divine eyes that sees them. Have mercy on me too as you have mercy on Adam, Put the remedy on the deep wound of my soul; Cover it with my first dressing, From which those brigands stripped me. Pour oil and wine on it, The remedy for life of the mind, Give me the Spirit of anointing again And the cup of the new covenant. Carry me on the frame of the cross; Take me to the hostel, to the church; Entrust me to the high priest, Who in sacrifice offers your body. Give to this place the two coins The word of the Old and the New Testament, To heal by her my soul, As by bread will live the body.

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