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΄΄Σήμερον ο Χριστός΄΄ Απόστιχα όρθρου Μ. Τετάρτης- Θανάσης Δασκαλοθανάσης

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Ἀπόστιχα.
Aposticha.
Ἦχος πλ. βʹ. Ἰδιόμελον.
Mode pl. 2. Idiomelon.
Σήμερον ὁ Χριστός παραγίνεται ἐν τῇ οἰκίᾳ τοῦ Φαρισαίου, καὶ γυνὴ ἁμαρτωλὸς προσελθοῦσα, τοῖς ποσῖν ἐκυλινδοῦτο βοῶσα· Ἴδε τὴν βεβυθισμένην τῇ ἁμαρτίᾳ, τὴν ἀπηλπισμένην διὰ τὰς πράξεις, τὴν μὴ βδελυχθεῖσαν παρὰ τῆς σῆς ἀγαθότητος, καὶ δός μοι Κύριε, τὴν ἄφεσιν τῶν κακῶν, καὶ σῶσόν με.
Today, Christ is at the house of the Pharisee. A sinful woman approaches and grovels at His feet, and she cries to Him, "See me, a woman submersed in sin. I have given up in despair because of what I have done. And yet Your goodness does not abhor me. Grant me forgiveness for my wicked deeds, O Lord, and save me."
Ἦχος πλ. βʹ. Ἰδιόμελον.
Mode pl. 2. Idiomelon.
Στίχ. Ἐνεπλήσθημεν τὸ πρωΐ τοῦ ἐλέους σου, Κύριε, καὶ ἠγαλλιασάμεθα καὶ εὐφράνθημεν ἐν πάσαις ταῖς ἡμέραις ἡμῶν.
Verse: We were filled with Your mercy in the morning, and in all our days we greatly rejoiced and were glad.
Ἥπλωσεν ἡ πόρνη τὰς τρίχας σοὶ τῷ Δεσπότῃ, ἥπλωσεν Ἰούδας τὰς χείρας τοῖς παρανόμοις· ἡ μέν, λαβεῖν τὴν ἄφεσιν, ὁ δέ, λαβεῖν ἀργύρια. Διό σοι βοῶμεν, τῷ πραθέντι καὶ ἐλευθερώσαντι ἡμᾶς· Κύριε δόξα σοι.
The harlot let out her hair for You the Master; Judas put out his hand to the transgressors of the Law. She, in order to receive forgiveness, and he to receive the silver. And so we cry out to You who were sold and who set us free: O Lord, glory to You!
Ἦχος πλ. βʹ. Ἰδιόμελον.
Mode pl. 2. Idiomelon.
Στίχ. Εὐφρανθείημεν ἀνθ' ὧν ἡμερῶν ἐταπείνωσας ἡμᾶς, ἐτῶν, ὧν εἴδομεν κακά. Καὶ ἴδε ἐπὶ τοὺς δούλους σου καὶ ἐπὶ τὰ ἔργα σου καὶ ὁδήγησον τοὺς υἱοὺς αὐτῶν.
Verse: Gladden us in return for the days You humbled us, for the years we saw evil things. And behold Your servants and Your works, and guide their sons.
Προσῆλθε γυνὴ δυσώδης καὶ βεβορβορωμένη, δάκρυα προχέουσα ποσῖ σου Σωτήρ, τὸ Πάθος καταγγέλλουσα. Πῶς ἀτενίσω σοι τῷ Δεσπότῃ; αὐτὸς γὰρ ἐλήλυθας σῶσαι πόρνην. Ἐκ βυθοῦ θανοῦσάν με ἀνάστησον, ὁ τὸν Λάζαρον ἐγείρας ἐκ τάφου τετραήμερον. Δέξαι με τὴν τάλαιναν, Κύριε, καὶ σῶσόν με.
A woman, reeking and defiled, approached You, O Savior. She drenched Your feet with her tears, and thus announced Your Passion. "How can I look at You the Master? For You have come to save a harlot. Dead that I am, raise me up from the depths, You who raised Lazarus from the tomb after four days. Accept me, wretch that I am, O Lord, and save me."
Ἦχος πλ. βʹ. Ἰδιόμελον.
Mode pl. 2. Idiomelon.
Στίχ. Καὶ ἔστω ἡ λαμπρότης Κυρίου τοῦ Θεοῦ ἡμῶν ἐφ' ἡμᾶς, καὶ τὰ ἔργα τῶν χειρῶν ἡμῶν κατεύθυνον ἐφ' ἡμᾶς, καὶ τὸ ἔργον τῶν χειρῶν ἡμῶν κατεύθυνον.
Verse: And let the brightness of the Lord our God be upon us, and prosper for us the works of our hands.
Ἡ ἀπεγνωσμένη διὰ τὸν βίον, καὶ ἐπεγνωσμένη διὰ τὸν τρόπον, τὸ μύρον βαστάζουσα, προσῆλθέ σοι βοῶσα· Μή με τὴν πόρνην ἀπορρίψῃς, ὁ τεχθεὶς ἐκ Παρθένου· μή μου τὰ δάκρυα παρίδῃς, ἡ χαρὰ τῶν Ἀγγέλων· ἀλλὰ δέξαι με μετανοοῦσαν, ἣν οὐκ ἀπώσω ἁμαρτάνουσαν, Κύριε, διὰ τὸ μέγα σου ἔλεος.
That woman, who was spurned because of her way of life, for which she had earned ill repute as a harlot, came to You with the fragrant oil in hand, and she cried out, "Please, do not throw me out for being a harlot, O Savior, born of the Virgin. Please, do not dismiss my tears and weeping, O Master, the joy of the Angels. You did not reject me when I was sinning, so now accept me as I am repenting, O Lord, because of Your great mercy."
Aposticha.
Ἦχος πλ. βʹ. Ἰδιόμελον.
Mode pl. 2. Idiomelon.
Σήμερον ὁ Χριστός παραγίνεται ἐν τῇ οἰκίᾳ τοῦ Φαρισαίου, καὶ γυνὴ ἁμαρτωλὸς προσελθοῦσα, τοῖς ποσῖν ἐκυλινδοῦτο βοῶσα· Ἴδε τὴν βεβυθισμένην τῇ ἁμαρτίᾳ, τὴν ἀπηλπισμένην διὰ τὰς πράξεις, τὴν μὴ βδελυχθεῖσαν παρὰ τῆς σῆς ἀγαθότητος, καὶ δός μοι Κύριε, τὴν ἄφεσιν τῶν κακῶν, καὶ σῶσόν με.
Today, Christ is at the house of the Pharisee. A sinful woman approaches and grovels at His feet, and she cries to Him, "See me, a woman submersed in sin. I have given up in despair because of what I have done. And yet Your goodness does not abhor me. Grant me forgiveness for my wicked deeds, O Lord, and save me."
Ἦχος πλ. βʹ. Ἰδιόμελον.
Mode pl. 2. Idiomelon.
Στίχ. Ἐνεπλήσθημεν τὸ πρωΐ τοῦ ἐλέους σου, Κύριε, καὶ ἠγαλλιασάμεθα καὶ εὐφράνθημεν ἐν πάσαις ταῖς ἡμέραις ἡμῶν.
Verse: We were filled with Your mercy in the morning, and in all our days we greatly rejoiced and were glad.
Ἥπλωσεν ἡ πόρνη τὰς τρίχας σοὶ τῷ Δεσπότῃ, ἥπλωσεν Ἰούδας τὰς χείρας τοῖς παρανόμοις· ἡ μέν, λαβεῖν τὴν ἄφεσιν, ὁ δέ, λαβεῖν ἀργύρια. Διό σοι βοῶμεν, τῷ πραθέντι καὶ ἐλευθερώσαντι ἡμᾶς· Κύριε δόξα σοι.
The harlot let out her hair for You the Master; Judas put out his hand to the transgressors of the Law. She, in order to receive forgiveness, and he to receive the silver. And so we cry out to You who were sold and who set us free: O Lord, glory to You!
Ἦχος πλ. βʹ. Ἰδιόμελον.
Mode pl. 2. Idiomelon.
Στίχ. Εὐφρανθείημεν ἀνθ' ὧν ἡμερῶν ἐταπείνωσας ἡμᾶς, ἐτῶν, ὧν εἴδομεν κακά. Καὶ ἴδε ἐπὶ τοὺς δούλους σου καὶ ἐπὶ τὰ ἔργα σου καὶ ὁδήγησον τοὺς υἱοὺς αὐτῶν.
Verse: Gladden us in return for the days You humbled us, for the years we saw evil things. And behold Your servants and Your works, and guide their sons.
Προσῆλθε γυνὴ δυσώδης καὶ βεβορβορωμένη, δάκρυα προχέουσα ποσῖ σου Σωτήρ, τὸ Πάθος καταγγέλλουσα. Πῶς ἀτενίσω σοι τῷ Δεσπότῃ; αὐτὸς γὰρ ἐλήλυθας σῶσαι πόρνην. Ἐκ βυθοῦ θανοῦσάν με ἀνάστησον, ὁ τὸν Λάζαρον ἐγείρας ἐκ τάφου τετραήμερον. Δέξαι με τὴν τάλαιναν, Κύριε, καὶ σῶσόν με.
A woman, reeking and defiled, approached You, O Savior. She drenched Your feet with her tears, and thus announced Your Passion. "How can I look at You the Master? For You have come to save a harlot. Dead that I am, raise me up from the depths, You who raised Lazarus from the tomb after four days. Accept me, wretch that I am, O Lord, and save me."
Ἦχος πλ. βʹ. Ἰδιόμελον.
Mode pl. 2. Idiomelon.
Στίχ. Καὶ ἔστω ἡ λαμπρότης Κυρίου τοῦ Θεοῦ ἡμῶν ἐφ' ἡμᾶς, καὶ τὰ ἔργα τῶν χειρῶν ἡμῶν κατεύθυνον ἐφ' ἡμᾶς, καὶ τὸ ἔργον τῶν χειρῶν ἡμῶν κατεύθυνον.
Verse: And let the brightness of the Lord our God be upon us, and prosper for us the works of our hands.
Ἡ ἀπεγνωσμένη διὰ τὸν βίον, καὶ ἐπεγνωσμένη διὰ τὸν τρόπον, τὸ μύρον βαστάζουσα, προσῆλθέ σοι βοῶσα· Μή με τὴν πόρνην ἀπορρίψῃς, ὁ τεχθεὶς ἐκ Παρθένου· μή μου τὰ δάκρυα παρίδῃς, ἡ χαρὰ τῶν Ἀγγέλων· ἀλλὰ δέξαι με μετανοοῦσαν, ἣν οὐκ ἀπώσω ἁμαρτάνουσαν, Κύριε, διὰ τὸ μέγα σου ἔλεος.
That woman, who was spurned because of her way of life, for which she had earned ill repute as a harlot, came to You with the fragrant oil in hand, and she cried out, "Please, do not throw me out for being a harlot, O Savior, born of the Virgin. Please, do not dismiss my tears and weeping, O Master, the joy of the Angels. You did not reject me when I was sinning, so now accept me as I am repenting, O Lord, because of Your great mercy."