| Original Old Norse: | Auden & Taylor: | Bellows: | Bray: |
| Við hleifi mik sældu né við hornigi nýsta ek niðr nam ek upp rúnar œpandi nam fell ek aptr þaðan |
They gave me no bread, They gave me no mead, I looked down; with a loud cry I took up runes; from that tree I fell. |
140. None made me happy | with loaf or horn, And there below I looked; I took up the runes, | shrieking I took them, And forthwith back I fell. |
138. None refreshed me ever with food or drink, I peered right down in the deep; crying aloud I lifted the Runes then back I fell from thence. |
| Chisholm: | Hollander: | Terry: | Thorpe: |
| They dealt me no bread, nor drinking horn. I looked down, I drew up the runes, screaming I took them up, and fell back from there. |
Neither horn they upheld nor handed me bread; I looked below me--aloud I cried-- caught up the runes, caught them up wailing, thence to the ground fell again. |
They brought me no bread, no horn to drink from, I gazed toward the ground. Crying aloud, I caught up runes; finally I fell. |
140. I know that I hung, on a wind-rocked tree, nine whole nights, with a spear wounded, and to Odin offered, myself to myself; on that tree, of which no one knows from what root it springs. |
| The discovery of the runes, made possible by his sacrifices. What might you discover with your sacrifices? | |||
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