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Then I am made more beautiful than the beautiful, richer than the rich and I am more powerful than all the powerful and greater than kings and much more honorable than all things seen, not of the earth and the things of the earth, but also of heaven and all the things in heaven, having the creator of all, to whom is due glory and honor now and unto the ages; amen.

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That fear begets love, but love uproots fear from the soul and remains alone in it, being the Divine and Holy Spirit. (96)

How shall I hymn, how shall I glorify, how shall I worthily praise my God who has overlooked many sins? How shall I look up at all, how shall I lift up my eyes, how shall I open my mouth, O Savior, how shall I move my lips? How shall I stretch out my hands toward the height of heaven, what words shall I invent, what sayings shall I offer? How shall I dare to speak, how shall I ask for the forgiveness of my immeasurable faults, of my many transgressions? For truly I have done deeds beyond all pardon! You know what I say, O Savior, I have transgressed all nature by doing deeds against nature; I have appeared worse than the irrational creatures, than all the creatures of the sea, (97) and of all the land animals, and of reptiles and beasts I have truly become worse by transgressing your commandments beyond the nature of irrational creatures. Having therefore defiled my body and polluted my soul, how shall I be seen by you, how shall I look at you, how at all shall I, a wretch, dare to stand before your face? How shall I not flee your glory

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Ὡραίων ὡραιότερος τότε ἀποτελοῦμαι, πλουσίων πλουσιώτερος καί δυνατῶν ἁπάντων ὑπάρχω δυνατώτερος καί βασιλέων μείζων καί τιμιώτερος πολύ τῶν ὁρωμένων πάντων, οὐχί τῆς γῆς καί τῶν τῆς γῆς, ἀλλά καί οὐρανοῦ δέ καί πάντων τῶν ἐν οὐρανῷ, τόν πάντων ἔχων κτίστην, ᾧ πρέπει δόξα καί τιμή νῦν καί εἰς τούς αἰῶνας˙ ἀμήν.

ΙΖ'.

Ὅτι ὁ φόβος γεννᾷ τήν ἀγάπην, ἡ δέ ἀγάπη ἐκριζοῖ τόν φόβον ἀπό τῆς ψυχῆς καί μένει μόνη ἐν αὐτῇ, Πνεῦμα Θεῖον οὖσα καί Ἅγιον. (96)

Πῶς ὑμνήσω, πῶς δοξάσω, πῶς ἀξίως εὐφημήσω τόν πολλά παραδραμόντα ἁμαρτήματα Θεόν μου; Πῶς εἰς ὕψος ὅλως βλέψω, πῶς τούς ὀφθαλμούς διάρω, πῶς ἀνοίξω στόμα, Σῶτερ, πῶς τά χείλη μου κινήσω; Πῶς ἐκτείνω μου τάς χεῖρας πρός τοῦ οὐρανοῦ τό ὕψος, ποίους λόγους δέ ἐφεύρω, ποῖα ῥήματα προσάξω; Πῶς λαλῆσαι δέ τολμήσω, πῶς τήν ἄφεσιν αἰτήσω τῶν ἀμέτρων μου πταισμάτων, τῶν πολλῶν πλημμελημάτων; Ὄντως ἔπραξα γάρ ἔργα ὑπέρ ἅπασαν συγγνώμην! Οἶδας ἅπερ λέγω, Σῶτερ, πᾶσαν φύσιν ὑπερέβην παρά φύσιν ἔργα πράξας˙ τῶν ἀλόγων ὤφθην χείρων, πάντων ζῴων ἐναλίων, (97) πάντων τε κτηνῶν χερσαίων, ἑρπετῶν τε καί θηρίων ἐγενόμην ὄντως χείρων παραβάς τάς ἐντολάς σου ὑπέρ τήν ἀλόγων φύσιν. Τό οὖν σῶμά μου μολύνας καί ψυχήν καταρρυπώσας πῶς ὀφθῶ σοι, πῶς σε βλέψω, ὅλως πῶς τολμήσω στῆναι πρό προσώπου σου, ὁ τάλας; Πῶς μή φεύξομαι σήν δόξαν