Knowest thou how to rist them? Knowest thou how to expound them? Knowest thou how to depict them? Knowest thou how to prove them? Knowest thou how to pray? Knowest thou how to offer? Knowest thou how to send? Knowest thou how to consume? ’T is better not to pray Than too much offer; A gift ever looks to a return. ’T is better not to send Than too much consume. So Thund risted Before the origin of men, There he ascended Where he afterwards came. Those songs I know Which the king’s wife knows not 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,[49] 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 Blaze o’er its inmates, So furiously it shall not burn That I cannot save it; That song I can sing. For the eighth I know, What to all is Useful to learn; Where hatred grows Among the sons of men— That I can quickly assuage. For the ninth I know, If I stand in need My bark on the water to save, I can the wind On the waves allay, And the sea lull. For the tenth I know, If I see troll-wives Sporting in air, I can so operate That they will forsake Their own forms And their own minds.