From unsuspected foes, until at last They choose a dwelling with the faithless one. Then, when the fiend, by crafty malice stirred, From where hell's torments bind him fast, perceives That men are firmly set in his domain, With treachery unspeakable he hastes To snare and to destroy the lives of those, Both proud and lowly, who in sin perform His will on earth. Donning the mystic helm Of darkness, with his prey he speeds to hell, The place devoid of good--all misty gloom, Where broods a sullen lake, black, bottomless, Just as the monster, Fastitocalon, Destroys seafarers, overwhelming men And staunch-built ships. Another trait he has, This proud sea-swimmer, still more marvelous. When hunger grips the monster on the deep, Making him long for food, his gaping mouth The ocean-warder opens, stretching wide * * * * * them at will so that they seek help and support from fiends, until they end by making their fixed abode with the betrayer. When, from out his living torture, the crafty, malicious enemy perceives that any one is firmly settled within his domain, he proceeds, by his malignant wiles, to become the slayer of that man, be he rich or poor, who sinfully does his will; and, covered by his cap of darkness, suddenly betakes himself with them to hell, where naught of good is found, a bottomless abyss shrouded in misty gloom--like that monster which engulfs the ocean-traversing men and ships. This proud tosser of the waves has another and still more wonderful trait. When hunger plagues him on the deep, and the monster longs for food, this haunter of the sea opens his mouth, and sets his lips agape; * * * * * wīde weleras; cymeð wynsum stenc 55 of his innoþe, þætte ōþre þurh þone, sǣfisca cynn, beswicen weorðaþ. Swimmað sundhwate þǣr se swēta stenc ūt gewīt[e]ð. Hī þǣr in farað, unware weorude, oþþæt se wīda ceafl 60 gefylled bið; þonne fǣringa ymbe þā herehūþe hlemmeð tōgædre grimme gōman. Swā biþ gumena gehwām se þe oftost his unwærlīce, on þās lǣnan tīd, līf biscēawað: 65 lǣteð hine beswīcan þurh swētne stenc, lēasne willan, þæt hē biþ leahtrum fāh wið Wuldorcyning. Him se āwyrgda ongēan æfter hinsīþe helle ontȳneð, þām þe lēaslīce līces wynne 70 ofer ferh[ð]gereaht fremedon on unrǣd. Þonne se fǣcna in þām fæstenne gebrōht hafað, bealwes cræftig, * * * * *