Ok völdum her, hölda,
h*ugar skóg, frömuðr, nógu,
regns hátunnu rennir
ranns, aldini faldið,
því er illlífis æfa
andvígr hiti grandar
— fremd er í gipt — né grimdar
greypr élreki steypir.
Ok, frömuðr hölda, rennir ranns hátunnu regns, faldið skóg h*ugar völdum her nógu aldini, því er andvígr hiti illlífis æfa grandar né greypr élreki grimdar steypir; fremd er í gipt.
And promoter of men [= God], impeller of the house of the high barrel of rain [CLOUD > SKY/HEAVEN > = God], you cover the forest of the mind [SOUL] for the chosen army with abundant fruit, which the pernicious heat of a wicked life’s term will never damage nor the violent storm-driver [WIND] of wrath throw down; there is honour in grace.