Nor son of man.
Help the first is called,
For that will help thee
Against strifes and cares.
For the second I know,
What the sons of men require
Who will as leeches live.
For the third I know,
If I have great need
To restrain my foes,
The weapon's edge I deaden:
Of my adversaries
Nor arms nor wiles harm aught.
For the fourth I know,
If men place
Bonds on my limbs,
I so sing
That I can walk;
The fetter starts from my feet
And the manacle from my hands.
For the fifth I know,
I see a shot from a hostile hand,
A shaft flying amid the host,
So swift it cannot fly,
That I cannot arrest it,
If only I get sight of it.
For the sixth I know,
If one wounds me
With a green tree's root,[1]
Also if a man
Declares hatred to me,
Harm shall consume them sooner than me.
For the seventh I know,
If a lofty house I see
- ↑ Roots of trees were especially fitted for hurtful trolldom (witchcraft).
They produced mortal wounds.
