The giantess Gjalp,
Pei^jured Geirrod's daughter,
Sooner got ready magic to use
Than the god of war and Loke.
A song I recite.
Those gods noxious to the giants
Planted their feet
In EndiFs land,
And the men wont to battle
Went forth.
The message of death
Came of the moon-devourer's women,
When the cunning and wrathful
Conqueror of Loke
Challenged to a contest
The giantess.
And the troll- woman 's disgracer
Waded across the roaring stream, —
Rolling full of drenched snow over its banks.
He who puts giants to flight
Rapidly advanced
O'er the broad watery way,
Where the noisy stream's
Venom belched forth.
Thor and his companions
Put before him the staff;
Thereon he rested
Whilst over they waded:
Nor sleep did the stones, —
The sonorous staff striking the rapid wave
Made the river-bed ring, —
The mountain- torrent rang with stones.
The wearer of Megingjard
Saw the flood fall
On his hard- waxed shoulders:
