Псалтирь - Тропари по 4-й кафизме, глас 7 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The same path, voice 7: humble my soul, of Visit, Lord, Greshe all life was dependent: guess the damnitz, accept and me, and save me. By having preparing the bunch of real life, I think the abyss of many of my evils, and do not have a crime of thinking, Petrov I will spend the voice: save me, Christ, Save me, God, is a man of humans.

Glory: Soon the Council of the Blessed Glands of the God of Our Holy Wsy I will hear the blessed voice of Christ's God: take, the loving of the heavenly glory, the condemns of the former wise virgins, our inquisite is our faith.

And now: the soul, just before the outcomes of yours, the court is impertured sinner and unbearable. Reopy to the Lord in the mildness of the heart: the sorry, in jurisdiction and not in jurisdiction, the generous, prayers of the Virgin of the Virgin and save me.