The Doxastikon of the Aposticha by the Nun Kassiani

Glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit
Now and ever, and to the Ages of Ages. Amen

The woman who had fallen into many sins, perceiving Your Divinity
O Lord, assumes the role of a myrrh-bearer; and lamenting
She brings the myrrh before Your burial. "Woe to me!" she said
"For me, night is an ecstasy of excess, dark and moonless
And full of sinful desire. Receive the sources of my tears, You
Who gathers into clouds the water of the sea
Incline the groanings of my heart, You
Who in Your ineffable condescension, bowed down the Heavens
I will embrace and kiss Your sacred Feet
And wipe them again with the tresses of the hair of my head
Your Feet, at whose sound Eve hid herself in fear
When she heard Your footsteps while You were walking in Paradise in the twilight
O my Saviour and soul-Saver! Who can ever track down the multitude of my sins
And the depths of Your judgment? Do not disregard me Your servant
You, Whose mercy is boundless"