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They then at the feast proceeded to sit, 15 The proud to the wine-drinking, all his comrades-in-ill, Bold mailèd-warriors. There were lofty beakers Oft borne along the benches, alsó were cups and flagons Full to the hall-sitters borne. The fated partook of them, Brave warriors-with-shields, though the mighty weened not of it, 20 Awful lord of earls. Thén was Holofernes, Gold-friend of men, full of wine-joy: He laughed and clamored, shouted and dinned, That children of men from afar might hear How the strong-minded both stormed and yelled, 25 Moody and mead-drunken, often admonished The sitters-on-benches to bear themselves[1] well. Thus did the hateful one during all day His liege-men [loyal] keep plying with wine, Stout-hearted giver of treasure, untíl they lay in a swoon, 30 He drenched all his nobles [with drink], as if they were slain in death, Deprived[2] of each one of goods. Thus bade the prince of men The sitters-in-hall to serve, untíl to children of men The darkening night drew nigh. He bade then, filled with hate, The blessed maiden with haste to fetch 35 To his bed of rest, laden with jewels, Adorned with rings. They quickly performed, The attendant thanes, what their lord them bade, Mailed-warriors' prince; like a flash they stepped Into the guest-room, where they Judith 40 Wise-minded found, and quickly then The warriors-with-shields began to lead The glorious maid to the lofty tent Where the mighty himself always[3] rested By night within, to the Saviour hateful, 45 Holofernes. There wás an all-golden Beautiful fly-net around the folk-warrior's Bed suspended, só that the hateful Was able to look through, the chief of warriors, Upon each one that therein came 50 Of the sons of heroes, and on him no one Of the race of men, unless the proud some one Of the strong-in-war bade to him nearer Of warriors for counsel to come. They then to him at rest brought Quickly the cunning woman; went then the stout-in-heart 55 The men their lord to tell that the holy woman was Brought to his chamber-tent. The famous then in mind Was glad, the ruler of cities; he thought the beautiful maiden With spot and stain to defile: that Judge of glory would not Allow, the Keeper of honor, but him from that deed restrained 60 The Lord, the Ruler of hosts. Went then the devilish one, The wanton [warrior-prince],[4] with [mickle] band of men, The baleful his bed to seek, where hé his life should lose Quickly within one night; he had then his end attained[5] On earth ungentle [end], such as before he wrought for, 65 The mighty prince of men, while ín this world he was, While he dwelt under roof of the clouds. Then fell so drunk with wine The mighty [chief] on his bed, as if he knew no rede Within his place of wit; the warriors stepped Oút from the chamber with mickle haste, 70 The wine-filled men, whó the oath-breaker, Hateful folk-hater, had led to his bed For the very last time. Then was the Saviour's Glorious maiden earnestly mindful How she the terrible most easily might 75 Of life deprive before the lustful, The wanton, awoke. The wreathed-locked took then, The Creator's handmaid, a sharp-edged sword Hardened by war-strokes [?],[6] and drew from its sheath With hér right hand; then Keeper of heaven 80 By name she gan name, Saviour of all Dwellers-in-th' world, and this word she spake: "Thee, God of Creation, and Spirit of Comfort, Son of the Almighty, will I [now] pray For thine own mercy to me in my need, 85 Trinity's Glory. To me greatly now then My heart is inflamed, and my mind is sad, Sorely with sorrows oppressed; grant, Lord of Heaven, to me Victory and faith without fear, that I with this sword may be able To hew down this dealer of murder; grant [too] my safety to me, 90 Strong-hearted Leader of men; ne'er in this world had I Of thy mercy more urgent need: avenge now, mighty Lord, Glorious Giver of honor, that I am so angry in mind, So heated within my breast." Hér then the highest Judge Quickly with courage inspired, as doth he [ever] each one 95 Of dwellers here [upon earth], who him for help to them seek With rede and righteous belief. Then roomy in mind she became, The holy one's hope was renewed; then took she the heathen man Fast by his own [long] hair, with hands him towards her she drew With marks of contempt, and the baleful one 100 With cunning laid down, the loathsome man, As she the accursèd most easily might Wield at her will. Struck then the curly-locked The hostile foe with shining[7] sword, The hateful-minded, that half-way she cut 105 The [evil one's] neck, that he lay in a swoon, Drunken and wounded. Not yet was he dead, Thoroughly lifeless; struck she then earnestly, The maiden brave-minded, a second time The heathen hound, that his head rolled off 110 Forth on the floor: the foul corpse lay Lifeless behind, went the spirit elsewhere Beneath the deep earth, and there was disgraced, In torment bound ever thereafter, Surrounded with serpents, with tortures encompassed, 115 Strongly enchained in the fire of hell After his death. He need never hope, Enveloped with darkness, that thence he may go Out of that worm-hall, but there shall he dwell Ever for ever without end henceforth 120 In that dark home, of hope-joys deprived.

[1] 'Loudly carouse,' Kr. and C.

[2] 'Gorged with,' Kr. and C.

[3] Or, 'after feast.'

[4] 'King,' Gn. and Kr., but _guðfreca_ suits the verse better than _cyning_, and even that is not metrically sufficient to fill the _lacuna_.

[5] Lit., 'awaited.'

[6] So Gn.? 'Scouring,' Sw.?, Kr.?, C.

[7] 'Hostile,' Sw.?