Over my enemies, Lord, grant me great victory
that I might not embarrass my brethren, the Believers, the Faithful.
Over my many enemies, Lord, grant me great victory:
wrath, rage, vengeance-seeking and impatience---all mine and many---
trample them down, Lord, as You (once and for all) trampled
down death by Your own Death,
then rising to Resurrected Life.
Infuse my soul with a plentiful share of Your Resurrected Life---
that Light which dispels the shadows of old and new sins.
Without that Resurrected Life, Lord, I am nothing but a
walking dead man, already a corpse (though verbose with much talking),
already rapidly decomposing with the acceleration of sixty-seven years.
J-Called, an Orthodox Christian