TRULY, the penitent is not one who laments over the evil deed he has committed, but one who laments over all the evil deeds that he is capable of committing.
A wise landowner not only cuts the thornbush that has pricked him, but every thornbush on the field that is waiting to prick him.
O my Lord, make haste to show a new way to every penitent, after he scorns his old way.
O heavenly Mother, Bride of the All-Holy Spirit, bow down toward our heart, when we repent. Open the fountain of tears within us, that we may wash away the heavy clay, that saddens our eyes.
O All-Holy Spirit, blow and disperse the unclean stench from the soul of the penitent that has been choking him, and lead him to repentance.
We bow down and beseech You, O Life-giving and Mighty Spirit!