The Good Samaritan
Written by Armenian Patriarch Narses Snorhali (1102-1173).
From Jerusalem, our Paradise, guilty like Adam
I went down to vile Jericho,
And fell into the hands of the Brigand.
They stripped me of light;
They covered my soul with sores of sin;
They did not depart leaving me half dead;
But after death, the waged war on me again.
And Moses the Levite and Aaron the ancient Priest...
And the prophets of the Old Law
Saw the sores of my incurable sufferings,
And the terrible wounds.
They passed with medicine of words only
And could not heal them,
To You whom they called "Samaritan"
I will show the sufferings of my soul
To your divine eyes which sees them.
Have pity on me also as You had pity on Adam,
Put medicine on the deep wounds of my soul,
Re-cover it with the first robe
Of which the brigands stripped me.
Pour on oil and wine,
The medicine of life from the Spirit on high,
Giving again the Spirit of anointing
And the cup of the New Covenant.
Carry me, convey me on the mount of the Cross;
Lead me away to the Inn, to the Church;
Entrust me to the High Priest
Who in sacrifice offers your Body.
Give instead of two pennies
The Word of the Old and New Testament,
To heal my soul through it
As the body will live through bread.