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Giants! arise
And spread my benches!
Bring to me
Freyja as bride,
Njord's daughter,
From Noatun.
Cows with golden horns
Go in the yard,
Black oxen
To please the giant;
Much wealth have I,
Many gifts have I;
Freyja, methinks,
Is all I lack.
Early in the evening
Came they all;
Ale was brought
Up for the giant.
One ox Thor ate,
Eight salmon
And all the delicacies
For the women intended;
Sif's husband besides
Drank three barrels of mead.
Spoke then Thrym,
The king of giants:
Where hast thou seen
Such a hungry bride?
I ne'er saw a bride
Eat so much,
And never a maid
Drink more mead.
Sat there the shrewd
Maid-servant near;[1]
Thus she replied
To the words of Thrym:
Nothing ate Freyja
In eight nights,
- ↑ Loke.
