Stanza 87

Original Old Norse:	Auden & Taylor:	Bellows:	Bray:
sjúkum kálfi sjálfráða þræli völu vilmæli val nýfeldum	A witch' s welcome, the wit of a slave, A sick calf, a corpse still fresh,	In a calf that is sick | or a stubborn thrall, A flattering witch | or a foe new slain.	sickly calf or self-willed thrall, witch's flattery, new-slain foe, brother's slayer, though seen on the highway, half burned house, or horse too swift -- be never so trustful as these to trust.
Chisholm:	Hollander:	Terry:	Thorpe:
A sick calf, an uppity thrall, the pleasant talk of a volva, the fresh fallen warrior.	A sickly calf, a self-willed thrall, the smooth words foa witch, warriors fresh-slain,	a sick calf, a willful slave, sweet words from witches, the newly slain,	a sick calf, a self-willed thrall, a flattering prophetess, a corpse newly slain, (a serene sky, a laughing lord, a barking dog, and a harlot’s grief);
Bellow's Note: 87. The stanza is doubtless incomplete. Some editors add from a late paper manuscript two lines running: "In a light, clear sky | or a laughing throng, In the bowl of a dog | or a harlot's grief!"
Stanzas 85-88 are a pretty comprehensive list of things not to be trusted in life. All are things that may harm you.