“Look, O Lord, for I am in distress; my stomach churns; my heart is wrung within me, because I have been very rebellious. In the street the sword bereaves; in the house it is like death.
Реш. Виждь, Господи, яко скорблю, утроба моя смятеся во мне, и превратися сердце мое, яко горести исполнихся: отвне обезчади мене мечь, аки смерть в дому.