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ܕܒܵܣܵܠܝܼܩܹܐ

ܣܪ̈ܝܼ ܘܐܸܬܼܡܣܝܼ̈ ܚܒܼܵܪ̈ܵܬܼܝ܀

ܐܲܝܡܸܟܵܐ ܢܹܐܬܸܐ ܡܥܲܖܪܵܢܝ؛ ܡܲܢܘܼ ܐܲܟܼܘܵܬܼܵܟܼ ܡܵܪܝܵܐ.

ܐܲܝܢܵܘ ܐܲܣܝܵܐ ܕܠܲܚܒܼܵܪ̈ܬܼܝ ܟܲܣ̈ܝܵܬܼܵܐ ܢܖܲܟܸܐ. ܐܵܘ ܡܸܫܟܲܚ ܕܢܲܐܣܸܐ ܘܲܕܢܸܣܥܘܿܪ. ܐܵܘ ܡܲܢܘܼ ܡܨܸܐ ܕܲܢܦܲܨܹܝܢܝ ܡ̣ܢ ܢܘܼܪܵܐ ܩܵܥܝܵܐ ܗ̄ܘܵܬܼ ܙܵܢܝܼܬܼܵܐ. ܐܸܫܪܸܐ ܐܸܢܘܿܢ ܠܲܓܖܘܼ̈ܠܹܐ ܕܲܚܛܝܼܬܼܵܐ. ܘܲܠܘܵܬܼ ܡܵܪܵܐ ܘܦܵܪܘܿܩܵܐ ܐܸܬܼܩܲܪܲܒܼ. ܠܡܵܟܼܣܵܐ ܓܹܝܪ ܠܵܐ ܫܖܵܝܗܝ ܡ̣ܢ ܩܘܼܖܡܵܘܗܝ. ܘܲܠܫܵܡܪܵܝܬܵܐ ܒܡܲܡܠܠܹܗ ܬܘܼܒܼ ܐܲܦܢܝܼ. ܒܡܸܠܬܹܗ ܠܲܟܢܲܥܢܵܝܬܵܐ ܝܲܗ̄ܒܼ ܚܲܝܹ̈ܐ. ܘܠܲܬܪܝܼܥܲܬܼ ܕܡܵܐ ܡ̣ܢ ܩܲܪܢܵܐ ܕܡܲܪܛܘܼܛܹܗ ܝܲܗ̄ܒܼ ܠܵܗ̇ ܐܵܣܝܘܼܬܼܵܐ. ܘܲܒܡܸܠܬܼܵܐ ܕܪ̈ܲܚܡܵܘܗܝ ܠܙܵܢܝܼܬܼܵܐ ܚܲܪܲܪ ܡ̣ܢ ܚܵܘ̈ܒܹܝܗ̇. ܘܲܒܣܸܦܪܵܐ ܕܚܲܝܹ̈ܐ ܥܲܡ ܩܲܕܝܼ̈ܫܵܬܼܵܐ ܙܲܡܢܵܗ̇. ܘܥܲܡ ܗܵܠܹܝܢ ܐܵܡܪܵܐ ܗ̄ܝܼܜ ܢܲܧܫܝ ܒܟܠܥܸܕܵܢ. ܡܒܲܪܲܟܼ ܗ̄ܘܼ ܡܫܝܼܚܵܐ ܦܵܪܘܿܩܲܢ؛ ܬܢܝܼ. ܘܫܲܒܲܚ ܒܵܗ̇.

The Sixth Sunday of Lent

Basilica Hymn

My sores have rotted and putrefied

From where will come my help?

Who is like you, O Lord?

“Who is the doctor who can cleanse my hidden wounds? O, will he be able to heal and to cure [them]? O who will be able to deliver me from the fire?” [thus] cried the adulteress. “I will unravel the tangles of sin, and draw near to the Lord and Savior.” For indeed, he did not cast the tax-collector away from him, and with his speech, he converted the Samaritan woman. With his word, he gave life to the Canaanite woman, and to the hemorrhaging woman he gave healing with the hem of his cloak. With his merciful word, he freed the adulteress from her sins, and invited her to the book of life with the saintly women. Along with them, my soul says at all times: blessed is the Messiah our Savior!