On the solid rock of faith in you, strengthen my resolve and strengthen, Lord, wisdom, since in you, Most Good, I have a refuge and a fortress.
Grant me to return now from my error on the right path, and extend your hand to me, blessed Precursor, to me continually tossed on the ocean of evils.
I live in carelessness, and the ax is near: grant me, by your entreaties, to rise up again, Praiseworthy Precursor, that I may not be, like a tree without fruit, sent to the unquenchable fire.
The terrible Day is at the gates, and I am laden with overwhelming burdens: remove this weight from me, you who baptized the Lord, by your most pure supplications.
Mother of God, you have shown yourself the throne of God, on which he sat in the flesh to raise from the original fall the men who celebrate you with words of thanksgiving.
I have heard, O Lord, what you have spoken, and I have feared; I have considered your works, and I have been amazed: glory to your power, O Lord!
Heal, I beg you, O Precursor, my heart wounded by the attacks of the bandits, with the energetic remedy of your divine intercession.
Cast down, O Precursor, the sin still alive in my soul, and give me now to straighten myself, while I slide towards pleasures.
Show yourself a port for us, tossed as we are on the ocean of life, and change into tranquility, oh thrice Blessed, all the agitation of the waves.
Do not judge me, I beg you, Lord, according to my works, but be lenient towards me, she who gave birth to you begs you with the Baptist