Hymiskvitha: The Lay of Hymir
Of old the gods | made feast together,And drink they sought | ere sated they were;Twigs they shook, | and blood they tried:Rich fare in Ægir’s | hall they found.
The mountain-dweller | sat merry as boyhood,But soon like a blinded | man he seemed;The son of Ygg | gazed in his eyes:“For the gods a feast | shalt thou forthwith get.”
The word-wielder toil | for the giant worked,And so revenge | on the gods he sought;He bade Sif’s mate | the kettle bring:“Therein for ye all | much ale shall I brew.”
The far-famed ones | could find it not,And the holy gods | could get it nowhere;Till in truthful wise | did Tyr speak forth,And helpful counsel | to Hlorrithi gave.
“There dwells to the east | of ElivagarHymir the wise | at the end of heaven;A kettle my father | fierce doth own,A mighty vessel | a mile in depth.”
Forward that day | with speed they fared,From Asgarth came they | to Egil’s home;The goats with horns | bedecked he guarded;Then they sped to the hall | where Hymir dwelt.
The youth found his grandam, | that greatly he loathed,And full nine hundred | heads she had;But the other fair | with gold came forth,And the bright-browed one | brought beer to her son.
“Kinsman of giants, | beneath the kettleWill I set ye both, | ye heroes bold;For many a time | my dear-loved mateTo guests is wrathful | and grim of mind.”
Late to his home | the misshapen Hymir,The giant harsh, | from his hunting came;The icicles rattled | as in he came,For the fellow’s chin-forest | frozen was.
“Hail to thee, Hymir! | good thoughts mayst thou have;Here has thy son | to thine hall now come;(For him have we waited, | his way was long;)And with him fares | the foeman of Hroth,The friend of mankind, | and Veur they call him.
12. “See where under | the gable they sit!Behind the beam | do they hide themselves.”The beam at the glance | of the giant broke,And the mighty pillar | in pieces fell.
Eight fell from the ledge, | and one alone,The hard-hammered kettle, | of all was whole;Forth came they then, | and his foes he sought,The giant old, | and held with his eyes.
Much sorrow his heart | foretold when he sawThe giantess’ foeman | come forth on the floor;Then of the steers | did they bring in three;Their flesh to boil | did the giant bid.
By a head was each | the shorter hewed,And the beasts to the fire | straight they bore;The husband of Sif, | ere to sleep he went,Alone two oxen | of Hymir’s ate.
To the comrade hoary | of Hrungnir thenDid Hlorrithi’s meal | full mighty seem;“Next time at eve | we three must eatThe food we have | as the hunting’s spoil.”
Fain to row on the sea | was Veur, he said,If the giant bold | would give him bait.
“Go to the herd, | if thou hast it in mind,Thou slayer of giants, | thy bait to seek;For there thou soon | mayst find, methinks,Bait from the oxen | easy to get.”
Swift to the wood | the hero went,Till before him an ox | all black he found;From the beast the slayer | of giants brokeThe fortress high | of his double horns.
The lord of the goats | bade the ape-begottenFarther to steer | the steed of the rollers;But the giant said | that his will, forsooth,Longer to row | was little enough.
Two whales on his hook | did the mighty HymirSoon pull up | on a single cast;In the stern the kinsman | of Othin sat,And Veur with cunning | his cast prepared.
The warder of men, | the worm’s destroyer,Fixed on his hook | the head of the ox;There gaped at the bait | the foe of the gods,The girdler of all | the earth beneath.
The venomous serpent | swiftly upTo the boat did Thor, | the bold one, pull;With his hammer the loathly | hill of the hairOf the brother of Fenrir | he smote from above.
The monsters roared, | and the rocks resounded,And all the earth | so old was shaken;Then sank the fish | in the sea forthwith.
Joyless as back | they rowed was the giant;Speechless did Hymir | sit at the oars,With the rudder he sought | a second wind.
“The half of our toil | wilt thou have with me,And now make fast | our goat of the flood;Or home wilt thou bear | the whales to the house,Across the gorge | of the wooded glen?”
Hlorrithi stood | and the stem he gripped,And the sea-horse with water | awash he lifted;Oars and bailer | and all he boreWith the surf-swine home | to the giant’s house.
His might the giant | again would match,For stubborn he was, | with the strength of Thor;None truly strong, | though stoutly he rowed,Would he call save one | who could break the cup.
Hlorrithi then, | when the cup he held,Struck with the glass | the pillars of stone;As he sat the posts | in pieces he shattered,Yet the glass to Hymir | whole they brought.
But the loved one fair | of the giant foundA counsel true, | and told her thought:“Smite the skull of Hymir, | heavy with food,For harder it is | than ever was glass.”
The goats’ mighty ruler | then rose on his knee,And with all the strength | of a god he struck;Whole was the fellow’s | helmet-stem,But shattered the wine-cup | rounded was.
“Fair is the treasure | that from me is gone,Since now the cup | on my knees lies shattered;”So spake the giant: | “No more can I sayIn days to be, | ‘Thou art brewed, mine ale.’
“Enough shall it be | if out ye can bringForth from our house | the kettle here.”Tyr then twice | to move it tried,But before him the kettle | twice stood fast.
The father of Mothi | the rim seized firm,And before it stood | on the floor below;Up on his head | Sif’s husband raised it,And about his heels | the handles clattered.
Not long had they fared, | ere backwards lookedThe son of Othin, | once more to see;From their caves in the east | beheld he comingWith Hymir the throng | of the many-headed.
Not long had they fared | ere one there layOf Hlorrithi’s goats | half-dead on the ground;In his leg the pole-horse | there was lame;The deed the evil | Loki had done.
But ye all have heard,— | for of them who haveThe tales of the gods, | who better can tell?—What prize he won | from the wilderness-dweller,Who both his children | gave him to boot.
The mighty one came | to the council of gods,And the kettle he had | that Hymir’s was;So gladly their ale | the gods could drinkIn Ægir’s hall | at the autumn-time.
Words in this poem 35
- shook v. t.
- To pack, as staves, in a shook.
- boyhood n.
- The state of being a boy; the time during which one is a boy. [Boy + -hood.]
- shalt
- 2d per. sing. of Shall.
- forthwith adv.
- Immediately; without delay; directly.
- bade
- A form of the pat tense of Bid.
- kettle n.
- A metallic vessel, with a wide mouth, often without a cover, used for heating and boiling water or other liguids. Kettle pins, ninepins; skittles. Shelton. [OE. ketel; cf. AS. cetel, cetil, cytel; akin to D. kjedel, G. kessel, OHG. chezzil, Icel. ketill, SW. kittel, Dan. kjedel, Goth. katils; all perh. fr. L. catill]
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
- brew v. t.
- To boil or seethe; to cook. [OE. brewen, AS. breówan; akin to D. brouwen, OHG. priuwan, MHG. briuwen, br, G. brauen, Icel. brugga, Sw. brygga, Dan. brygge, and perh. to L. defrutum must boi]
- nowhere adv.
- Not anywhere; not in any place or state; as, the book is nowhere to be found. [AS. nahwær. See No, and Where.]
- grandam n.
- An old woman; specifically, a grandmother. [F. grande, fem. of grand + dame. See Grand, and Dame.]
- kinsman n.
- A man of the same race or family; one related by blood.
- wrathful a.
- Full of wrath; very angry; greatly incensed; ireful; passionate; as, a wrathful man.
- foeman n.
- An enemy in war. [AS. fhman.]
- gable n.
- A cable. Chapman.
- broke v. i.
- To transact business for another. Brome. [See Broker, and cf. Brook.]
- giantess n.
- A woman of extraordinary size.
- went n.
- Course; way; path; journey; direction.
- hoary a.
- White or whitish."The hoary willows."
- fain v. t.
- To be glad ; to wish or desire.
- hast
- , 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
- slayer n.
- One who slays; a killer; a murderer; a destrroyer of life.
- methinks v.
- It seems to me; I think. See Me. [AS. þyncan to seem, me þynceedh, me þuhte, OE. me thinketh, me thoughte; akin to G. dünken to seem, denken to think, and E. think. See Me, and Think.]
- steed n.
- A horse, especially a spirited horse for state of war; -- used chiefly in poetry or stately prose. [OE. stede, AS. steda a stud-horse, war horse, fr. stod a stud of breeding steeds; akin to G. stute a mare, Icel. stedda, sto, a stud. *163. See Stud of horses.]
- forsooth v. t.
- To address respectfully with the term forsooth.
- warder n.
- One who wards or keeps; a keeper; a guard.
- girdler n.
- One who girdles.
- thor n.
- The god of thunder, and son of Odin. [Icel. þors. Cf. Thursday.]
- loathly adv.
- Unwillingly; reluctantly.
- joyless a.
- Not having joy; not causing joy; unenjoyable.
- speechless a.
- Destitute or deprived of the faculty of speech.
- awash a.
- Washed by the waves or tide; -- said of a rock or strip of shore, or (Naut.) of an anchor, etc., when flush with the surface of the water, so that the waves break over it. [Pref. a- + wash.]
- bailer n.
- One who bails or lades.
- stoutly adv.
- In a stout manner; lustily; boldly; obstinately; as, he stoutly defended himself.
- loki n.
- The evil deity, the author of all calamities and mischief, answering to the African of the Persians. [Icel. Loki, perh. akin to lokka, locka to allure, entice.]
- gladly adv.
- Preferably; by choice. [From Glad, a.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Form and metre
Hymiskvitha: The Lay of Hymir is 145 lines in 37 verse paragraphs. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 78%). 89% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.6 syllables. 23 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 14% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
See other poems in iambic pentameter, other poems in blank verse.
Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 5 -AA- elivagar · heavenA · ownA · depth
- 9 -AA- hymir · cameA · cameA · was
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Of old the gods | made feast together, | 9 | ······˘/˘ |
| And drink they sought | ere sated they were; | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| Twigs they shook, | and blood they tried: | 7 | ······· |
| Rich fare in Ægir’s | hall they found. | 7 | ······· |
| The mountain-dweller | sat merry as boyhood, | 11 | ·/˘/˘·/˘·/· |
| But soon like a blinded | man he seemed; | 10 | ····/˘···˘ |
| The son of Ygg | gazed in his eyes: | 9 | ·····˘··· |
| “For the gods a feast | shalt thou forthwith get.” | 10 | ·······//· |
| The word-wielder toil | for the giant worked, | 10 | ··/˘···/˘· |
| And so revenge | on the gods he sought; | 9 | ··˘/····· |
| He bade Sif’s mate | the kettle bring: | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| “Therein for ye all | much ale shall I brew.” | 10 | ·········· |
| The far-famed ones | could find it not, | 9 | ···˘····· |
| And the holy gods | could get it nowhere; | 10 | ··/˘····/· |
| Till in truthful wise | did Tyr speak forth, | 9 | ··/˘····· |
| And helpful counsel | to Hlorrithi gave. | 10 | ·/˘/˘····· |
| “There dwells to the east | of Elivagar | 10 | ·········· |
| Hymir the wise | at the end of heaven; | 10 | ········/˘ |
| A kettle my father | fierce doth own, | 9 | ·/˘·/˘··· |
| A mighty vessel | a mile in depth.” | 9 | ·/˘/˘···· |
| Forward that day | with speed they fared, | 9 | /˘······˘ |
| From Asgarth came they | to Egil’s home; | 9 | ········· |
| The goats with horns | bedecked he guarded; | 10 | ····˘/˘·/˘ |
| Then they sped to the hall | where Hymir dwelt. | 10 | ·········· |
| The youth found his grandam, | that greatly he loathed, | 11 | ····/˘·/˘·· |
| And full nine hundred | heads she had; | 9 | ···/˘˘··· |
| But the other fair | with gold came forth, | 9 | ··/˘····· |
| And the bright-browed one | brought beer to her son. | 10 | ·········· |
| “Kinsman of giants, | beneath the kettle | 10 | /··/˘···/˘ |
| Will I set ye both, | ye heroes bold; | 9 | ······/˘· |
| For many a time | my dear-loved mate | 10 | ·/˘·····˘· |
| To guests is wrathful | and grim of mind.” | 9 | ···/˘···· |
| Late to his home | the misshapen Hymir, | 10 | ·····˘/˘·· |
| The giant harsh, | from his hunting came; | 9 | ·/˘···/˘· |
| The icicles rattled | as in he came, | 10 | ·/˘˘/˘···· |
| For the fellow’s chin-forest | frozen was. | 10 | ··/˘·/˘/˘· |
| “Hail to thee, Hymir! | good thoughts mayst thou have; | 10 | ·········· |
| Here has thy son | to thine hall now come; | 9 | ········· |
| (For him have we waited, | his way was long;) | 10 | ····/˘···· |
| And with him fares | the foeman of Hroth, | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| The friend of mankind, | and Veur they call him. | 10 | ···//····· |
| 12. “See where under | the gable they sit! | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| Behind the beam | do they hide themselves.” | 9 | ·······˘/ |
| The beam at the glance | of the giant broke, | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| And the mighty pillar | in pieces fell. | 10 | ··/˘/˘·/˘· |
| Eight fell from the ledge, | and one alone, | 9 | ·······˘/ |
| The hard-hammered kettle, | of all was whole; | 10 | ··/˘/˘···· |
| Forth came they then, | and his foes he sought, | 9 | ········· |
| The giant old, | and held with his eyes. | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| Much sorrow his heart | foretold when he saw | 10 | ·/˘··˘/··· |
| The giantess’ foeman | come forth on the floor; | 11 | ·/˘˘/˘····· |
| Then of the steers | did they bring in three; | 9 | ········· |
| Their flesh to boil | did the giant bid. | 9 | ······/˘· |
| By a head was each | the shorter hewed, | 10 | ······/˘·˘ |
| And the beasts to the fire | straight they bore; | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| The husband of Sif, | ere to sleep he went, | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Alone two oxen | of Hymir’s ate. | 9 | ˘/·/˘···· |
| To the comrade hoary | of Hrungnir then | 10 | ··/·/˘···· |
| Did Hlorrithi’s meal | full mighty seem; | 9 | ······/˘· |
| “Next time at eve | we three must eat | 8 | ········ |
| The food we have | as the hunting’s spoil.” | 9 | ······/˘· |
| Fain to row on the sea | was Veur, he said, | 10 | ·········· |
| If the giant bold | would give him bait. | 9 | ··/˘····· |
| “Go to the herd, | if thou hast it in mind, | 10 | ·········· |
| Thou slayer of giants, | thy bait to seek; | 10 | ·/˘·/˘···· |
| For there thou soon | mayst find, methinks, | 8 | ······˘/ |
| Bait from the oxen | easy to get.” | 9 | ···/˘/˘·· |
| Swift to the wood | the hero went, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Till before him an ox | all black he found; | 10 | ·········· |
| From the beast the slayer | of giants broke | 10 | ····/˘·/˘· |
| The fortress high | of his double horns. | 9 | ·/˘···/˘· |
| The lord of the goats | bade the ape-begotten | 11 | ········˘/˘ |
| Farther to steer | the steed of the rollers; | 10 | /˘······/˘ |
| But the giant said | that his will, forsooth, | 10 | ··/˘····˘/ |
| Longer to row | was little enough. | 9 | /˘···/˘˘/ |
| Two whales on his hook | did the mighty Hymir | 11 | ·······/˘·· |
| Soon pull up | on a single cast; | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| In the stern the kinsman | of Othin sat, | 10 | ····/····· |
| And Veur with cunning | his cast prepared. | 10 | ···/˘··˘/˘ |
| The warder of men, | the worm’s destroyer, | 10 | ·/˘····˘/˘ |
| Fixed on his hook | the head of the ox; | 10 | ·˘········ |
| There gaped at the bait | the foe of the gods, | 10 | ·········· |
| The girdler of all | the earth beneath. | 10 | ·/˘˘······ |
| The venomous serpent | swiftly up | 9 | ·/˘˘/˘/˘· |
| To the boat did Thor, | the bold one, pull; | 9 | ········· |
| With his hammer the loathly | hill of the hair | 11 | ··/˘·/˘···· |
| Of the brother of Fenrir | he smote from above. | 12 | ··/˘········ |
| The monsters roared, | and the rocks resounded, | 10 | ·/˘·····/˘ |
| And all the earth | so old was shaken; | 9 | ·······/˘ |
| Then sank the fish | in the sea forthwith. | 9 | ·······// |
| Joyless as back | they rowed was the giant; | 10 | /˘······/˘ |
| Speechless did Hymir | sit at the oars, | 9 | /˘······· |
| With the rudder he sought | a second wind. | 10 | ··/˘···/˘· |
| “The half of our toil | wilt thou have with me, | 10 | ···/······ |
| And now make fast | our goat of the flood; | 10 | ····/˘···· |
| Or home wilt thou bear | the whales to the house, | 10 | ·········· |
| Across the gorge | of the wooded glen?” | 9 | ˘/····/˘· |
| Hlorrithi stood | and the stem he gripped, | 10 | ·········˘ |
| And the sea-horse with water | awash he lifted; | 12 | ·····/˘˘/·/˘ |
| Oars and bailer | and all he bore | 8 | ··/˘···· |
| With the surf-swine home | to the giant’s house. | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| His might the giant | again would match, | 9 | ···/˘˘/·· |
| For stubborn he was, | with the strength of Thor; | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| None truly strong, | though stoutly he rowed, | 10 | ·/˘··/˘··˘ |
| Would he call save one | who could break the cup. | 10 | ·········· |
| Hlorrithi then, | when the cup he held, | 9 | ········· |
| Struck with the glass | the pillars of stone; | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| As he sat the posts | in pieces he shattered, | 11 | ······/˘·/˘ |
| Yet the glass to Hymir | whole they brought. | 9 | ········· |
| But the loved one fair | of the giant found | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| A counsel true, | and told her thought: | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| “Smite the skull of Hymir, | heavy with food, | 10 | ······/˘·· |
| For harder it is | than ever was glass.” | 10 | ·/˘···/˘·· |
| The goats’ mighty ruler | then rose on his knee, | 11 | ··/˘/˘····· |
| And with all the strength | of a god he struck; | 10 | ·········· |
| Whole was the fellow’s | helmet-stem, | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| But shattered the wine-cup | rounded was. | 10 | ·/˘˘···/˘· |
| “Fair is the treasure | that from me is gone, | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| Since now the cup | on my knees lies shattered;” | 10 | ········/˘ |
| So spake the giant: | “No more can I say | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| In days to be, | ‘Thou art brewed, mine ale.’ | 10 | ·······˘·· |
| “Enough shall it be | if out ye can bring | 10 | ˘/········ |
| Forth from our house | the kettle here.” | 9 | ··/˘··/˘· |
| Tyr then twice | to move it tried, | 7 | ······· |
| But before him the kettle | twice stood fast. | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| The father of Mothi | the rim seized firm, | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| And before it stood | on the floor below; | 10 | ·········· |
| Up on his head | Sif’s husband raised it, | 10 | ·····/˘·˘· |
| And about his heels | the handles clattered. | 10 | ······/˘/˘ |
| Not long had they fared, | ere backwards looked | 10 | ·····˘·/˘· |
| The son of Othin, | once more to see; | 9 | ········· |
| From their caves in the east | beheld he coming | 11 | ······˘/·/˘ |
| With Hymir the throng | of the many-headed. | 11 | ·······/˘/˘ |
| Not long had they fared | ere one there lay | 10 | ·····˘···· |
| Of Hlorrithi’s goats | half-dead on the ground; | 10 | ·········· |
| In his leg the pole-horse | there was lame; | 9 | ········· |
| The deed the evil | Loki had done. | 9 | ···/˘···· |
| But ye all have heard,— | for of them who have | 10 | ·········· |
| The tales of the gods, | who better can tell?— | 10 | ······/˘·· |
| What prize he won | from the wilderness-dweller, | 11 | ······/˘˘/˘ |
| Who both his children | gave him to boot. | 9 | ···/˘···· |
| The mighty one came | to the council of gods, | 11 | ·/˘····/˘·· |
| And the kettle he had | that Hymir’s was; | 10 | ··/˘······ |
| So gladly their ale | the gods could drink | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| In Ægir’s hall | at the autumn-time. | 8 | ·····/˘· |
On this poem
Notes from the edition 68
Henry Adams Bellows's notes to his translation (1923; Project Gutenberg #73533).
- Stanza 1 Of old the gods | made feast together, And drink they sought | ere sated they were; Twigs they shook, | and blood they tried: Rich fare in Ægir’s | hall they found.
- Stanza 1 Twigs: Vigfusson comments at some length on “the rite practised in the heathen age of inquiring into the future by dipping bunches of chips or twigs into the blood (of sacrifices) and shaking them.” But the two operations may have been separate, the twigs being simply “divining-rods” marked with runes. In either case, the gods were seeking information by magic as to where they could find plenty to drink. Ægir: a giant who is also the god of the sea; little is known of him outside of what is told here and in the introductory prose to the Lokasenna, though Snorri has a brief account of him, giving his home as Hlesey (Läsö, cf. Harbarthsljoth, 37). Grimnismol, 45, has a reference to this same feast.
- Stanza 2 The mountain-dweller | sat merry as boyhood, But soon like a blinded | man he seemed; The son of Ygg | gazed in his eyes: “For the gods a feast | shalt thou forthwith get.”
- Stanza 2 Mountain-dweller: the giant (Ægir). Line 2: the principal word in the original has defied interpretation, and any translation of the line must be largely guesswork. Ygg: Othin; his son is Thor. Some editors assume a gap after this stanza.
- Stanza 3 The word-wielder toil | for the giant worked, And so revenge | on the gods he sought; He bade Sif’s mate | the kettle bring: “Therein for ye all | much ale shall I brew.”
- Stanza 3 Word-wielder: Thor. The giant: Ægir. Sif: Thor’s wife; cf. Harbarthsljoth, 48. The kettle: Ægir’s kettle is possibly the sea itself.
- Stanza 4 The far-famed ones | could find it not, And the holy gods | could get it nowhere; Till in truthful wise | did Tyr speak forth, And helpful counsel | to Hlorrithi gave.
- Stanza 4 Tyr: the god of battle; his two great achievements were thrusting his hand into the mouth of the wolf Fenrir so that the gods might bind him, whereby he lost his hand (cf. Voluspo, 39, note), and his fight with the hound Garm in the last battle, in which they kill each other. Hlorrithi: Thor.
- Stanza 5 “There dwells to the east | of Elivagar Hymir the wise | at the end of heaven; A kettle my father | fierce doth own, A mighty vessel | a mile in depth.” Thor spake:
- Stanza 5 Elivagar (“Stormy Waves”): possibly the Milky Way; cf. Vafthruthnismol, 31, note. Hymir: this giant figures only in this episode. It is not clear why Tyr, who is elsewhere spoken of as a son of Othin, should here call Hymir his father. Finnur Jonsson, in an attempt to get round this difficulty, deliberately changed the word “father” to “grandfather,” but this does not help greatly.
- Stanza 6 “May we win, dost thou think, | this whirler of water?” Tyr spake: “Aye, friend, we can, | if cunning we are.”
- Stanza 6 Neither manuscript has any superscriptions, but most editors have supplied them as above. From this point through stanza 11 the editors have varied considerably in grouping the lines into stanzas. The manuscripts indicate the third lines of stanzas 7, 8, 9, and 10 as beginning stanzas, but this makes more complications than the present arrangement. It is possible that, as Sijmons suggests, two lines have been lost after stanza 6.
- Stanza 7 Forward that day | with speed they fared, From Asgarth came they | to Egil’s home; The goats with horns | bedecked he guarded; Then they sped to the hall | where Hymir dwelt.
- Stanza 7 Egil: possibly, though by no means certainly, the father of Thor’s servant, Thjalfi, for, according to Snorri, Thor’s first stop on this journey was at the house of a peasant whose children, Thjalfi and Roskva, he took into his service; cf. stanza 38, note. The Arnamagnæan Codex has “Ægir” instead of “Egil,” but, aside from the fact that Thor had just left Ægir’s house, the sea-god can hardly have been spoken of as a goat-herd.
- Stanza 8 The youth found his grandam, | that greatly he loathed, And full nine hundred | heads she had; But the other fair | with gold came forth, And the bright-browed one | brought beer to her son.
- Stanza 8 The youth: Tyr, whose extraordinary grandmother is Hymir’s mother. We know nothing further of her, or of the other, who is Hymir’s wife and Tyr’s mother. It may be guessed, however, that she belonged rather to the race of the gods than to that of the giants.
- Stanza 9 “Kinsman of giants, | beneath the kettle Will I set ye both, | ye heroes bold; For many a time | my dear-loved mate To guests is wrathful | and grim of mind.”
- Stanza 10 Late to his home | the misshapen Hymir, The giant harsh, | from his hunting came; The icicles rattled | as in he came, For the fellow’s chin-forest | frozen was.
- Stanza 11 “Hail to thee, Hymir! | good thoughts mayst thou have; Here has thy son | to thine hall now come; (For him have we waited, | his way was long;) And with him fares | the foeman of Hroth, The friend of mankind, | and Veur they call him.
- Stanza 11 Two or three editors give this stanza a superscription (“The concubine spake,” “The daughter spake”). Line 3 is commonly regarded as spurious. The foeman of Hroth: of course this means Thor, but nothing is known of any enemy of his by this name. Several editors have sought to make a single word meaning “the famous enemy” out of the phrase. Concerning Thor as the friend of man, particularly of the peasant class, cf. introduction to Harbarthsljoth. Veur: another name, of uncertain meaning, for Thor.
- Stanza 12 “See where under | the gable they sit! Behind the beam | do they hide themselves.” The beam at the glance | of the giant broke, And the mighty pillar | in pieces fell.
- Stanza 13 Eight fell from the ledge, | and one alone, The hard-hammered kettle, | of all was whole; Forth came they then, | and his foes he sought, The giant old, | and held with his eyes.
- Stanza 13 Eight: the giant’s glance, besides breaking the beam, knocks down all the kettles with such violence that all but the one under which Thor and Tyr are hiding are broken.
- Stanza 14 Much sorrow his heart | foretold when he saw The giantess’ foeman | come forth on the floor; Then of the steers | did they bring in three; Their flesh to boil | did the giant bid.
- Stanza 14 Hymir’s wrath does not permit him to ignore the duties of a host to his guests, always strongly insisted on.
- Stanza 15 By a head was each | the shorter hewed, And the beasts to the fire | straight they bore; The husband of Sif, | ere to sleep he went, Alone two oxen | of Hymir’s ate.
- Stanza 15 Thor’s appetite figures elsewhere; cf. Thrymskvitha, 24.
- Stanza 16 To the comrade hoary | of Hrungnir then Did Hlorrithi’s meal | full mighty seem; “Next time at eve | we three must eat The food we have | as the hunting’s spoil.”
- Stanza 16 The comrade of Hrungnir: Hymir, presumably simply because both are giants; cf. Harbarthsljoth, 14 and note.
- Stanza 17 . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . . Fain to row on the sea | was Veur, he said, If the giant bold | would give him bait. Hymir spake:
- Stanza 17 The manuscripts indicate no lacuna, and many editors unite stanza 17 with lines 1 and 2 of 18. Sijmons and Gering assume a gap after these two lines, but it seems more probable that the missing passage, if any, belonged before them, supplying the connection with the previous stanza.
- Stanza 18 “Go to the herd, | if thou hast it in mind, Thou slayer of giants, | thy bait to seek; For there thou soon | mayst find, methinks, Bait from the oxen | easy to get.”
- Stanza 18 The manuscripts have no superscription. Many editors combine lines 3 and 4 with lines 1 and 2 of stanza 19. In Snorri’s extended paraphrase of the story, Hymir declines to go fishing with Thor on the ground that the latter is too small a person to be worth bothering about. “You would freeze,” he says, “if you stayed out in mid-ocean as long as I generally do.” Bait (line 4): the word literally means “chaff,” hence any small bits; Hymir means that Thor should collect dung for bait.
- Stanza 19 Swift to the wood | the hero went, Till before him an ox | all black he found; From the beast the slayer | of giants broke The fortress high | of his double horns. Hymir spake:
- Stanza 19 Many editors combine lines 3 and 4 with stanza 20. Fortress, etc.: the ox’s head; cf. introductory note concerning the diction of this poem. Several editors assume a lacuna after stanza 19, but this seems unnecessary.
- Stanza 20 “Thy works, methinks, | are worse by far, Thou steerer of ships, | than when still thou sittest.” . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
- Stanza 20 The manuscripts have no superscription. Steerer of ships: probably merely a reference to Thor’s intention to go fishing. The lacuna after stanza 20 is assumed by most editors.
- Stanza 21 The lord of the goats | bade the ape-begotten Farther to steer | the steed of the rollers; But the giant said | that his will, forsooth, Longer to row | was little enough.
- Stanza 21 Lord of the goats: Thor, because of his goat-drawn chariot. Ape-begotten: Hymir; the word “api,” rare until relatively late times in its literal sense, is fairly common with the meaning of “fool.” Giants were generally assumed to be stupid. Steed of the rollers: a ship, because boats were pulled up on shore by means of rollers.
- Stanza 22 Two whales on his hook | did the mighty Hymir Soon pull up | on a single cast; In the stern the kinsman | of Othin sat, And Veur with cunning | his cast prepared.
- Stanza 23 The warder of men, | the worm’s destroyer, Fixed on his hook | the head of the ox; There gaped at the bait | the foe of the gods, The girdler of all | the earth beneath.
- Stanza 23 Warder of men: Thor; cf. stanza 11. Worm’s destroyer: likewise Thor, who in the last battle slays, and is slain by, Mithgarthsorm; cf. Voluspo, 56. The foe of the gods: Mithgarthsorm, who lies in the sea, and surrounds the whole earth.
- Stanza 24 The venomous serpent | swiftly up To the boat did Thor, | the bold one, pull; With his hammer the loathly | hill of the hair Of the brother of Fenrir | he smote from above.
- Stanza 24 Hill of the hair: head,—a thoroughly characteristic skaldic phrase. Brother of Fenrir: Mithgarthsorm was, like the wolf Fenrir and the goddess Hel, born to Loki and the giantess Angrbotha (cf. Voluspo, 39 and note), and I have translated this line accordingly; but the word used in the text has been guessed as meaning almost anything from “comrade” to “enemy.”
- Stanza 25 The monsters roared, | and the rocks resounded, And all the earth | so old was shaken; . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . . Then sank the fish | in the sea forthwith.
- Stanza 25 No gap is indicated in the manuscripts, but that a line or more has been lost is highly probable. In Snorri’s version, Thor pulls so hard on the line that he drives both his feet through the flooring of the boat, and stands on bottom. When he pulls the serpent up, Hymir cuts the line with his bait-knife, which explains the serpent’s escape. Thor, in a rage, knocks Hymir overboard with his hammer, and then wades ashore. The lines of stanzas 25 and 26 have been variously grouped.
- Stanza 26 . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . . Joyless as back | they rowed was the giant; Speechless did Hymir | sit at the oars, With the rudder he sought | a second wind. Hymir spake:
- Stanza 26 No gap is indicated in the manuscripts, but line 2 begins with a small letter. A second wind: another direction, i.e., he put about for the shore.
- Stanza 27 “The half of our toil | wilt thou have with me, And now make fast | our goat of the flood; Or home wilt thou bear | the whales to the house, Across the gorge | of the wooded glen?”
- Stanza 27 No superscription in the manuscripts. In its place Bugge supplies a line—“These words spake Hymir, | the giant wise.” The manuscripts reverse the order of lines 2 and 3, and in both of them line 4 stands after stanza 28. Goat of the flood: boat.
- Stanza 28 Hlorrithi stood | and the stem he gripped, And the sea-horse with water | awash he lifted; Oars and bailer | and all he bore With the surf-swine home | to the giant’s house.
- Stanza 28 Sea-horse: boat. Surf-swine: the whales.
- Stanza 29 His might the giant | again would match, For stubborn he was, | with the strength of Thor; None truly strong, | though stoutly he rowed, Would he call save one | who could break the cup.
- Stanza 29 Snorri says nothing of this episode of Hymir’s cup. The glass which cannot be broken appears in the folklore of various races.
- Stanza 30 Hlorrithi then, | when the cup he held, Struck with the glass | the pillars of stone; As he sat the posts | in pieces he shattered, Yet the glass to Hymir | whole they brought.
- Stanza 31 But the loved one fair | of the giant found A counsel true, | and told her thought: “Smite the skull of Hymir, | heavy with food, For harder it is | than ever was glass.”
- Stanza 31 The loved one: Hymir’s wife and Tyr’s mother; cf. stanza 8 and note. The idea that a giant’s skull is harder than stone or anything else is characteristic of the later Norse folk-stories, and in one of the so-called “mythical sagas” we find a giant actually named Hard-Skull.
- Stanza 32 The goats’ mighty ruler | then rose on his knee, And with all the strength | of a god he struck; Whole was the fellow’s | helmet-stem, But shattered the wine-cup | rounded was. Hymir spake:
- Stanza 32 Helmet-stem: head.
- Stanza 33 “Fair is the treasure | that from me is gone, Since now the cup | on my knees lies shattered;” So spake the giant: | “No more can I say In days to be, | ‘Thou art brewed, mine ale.’
- Stanza 33 The manuscripts have no superscription. Line 4 in the manuscripts is somewhat obscure, and Bugge, followed by some editors, suggests a reading which may be rendered (beginning with the second half of line 3): “No more can I speak / Ever again | as I spoke of old.”
- Stanza 34 “Enough shall it be | if out ye can bring Forth from our house | the kettle here.” Tyr then twice | to move it tried, But before him the kettle | twice stood fast.
- Stanza 35 The father of Mothi | the rim seized firm, And before it stood | on the floor below; Up on his head | Sif’s husband raised it, And about his heels | the handles clattered.
- Stanza 35 The father of Mothi and Sif’s husband: Thor.
- Stanza 36 Not long had they fared, | ere backwards looked The son of Othin, | once more to see; From their caves in the east | beheld he coming With Hymir the throng | of the many-headed.
- Stanza 36 The many-headed: The giants, although rarely designated as a race in this way, sometimes had two or more heads; cf. stanza 8, Skirnismol, 31 and Vafthruthnismol, 33. Hymir’s mother is, however, the only many-headed giant actually to appear in the action of the poems, and it is safe to assume that the tradition as a whole belongs to the period of Norse folk-tales of the märchen order.
- Stanza 37 He stood and cast | from his back the kettle, And Mjollnir, the lover | of murder, he wielded; . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . . So all the whales | of the waste he slew.
- Stanza 37 No gap is indicated in the manuscripts. Some editors put the missing line as 2, some as 3, and some, leaving the present three lines together, add a fourth, and metrically incorrect, one from late paper manuscripts: “Who with Hymir | followed after.” Whales of the waste: giants.
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