Lítk optliga ýta
ólíkan mik fíkjum
— aukumsk sôr í slíku
sótt — ástvinum dróttins.
Þeir bundusk vel vándra
verka ógnar sterkir,
brigða skjótt ok bœttu
bógsvells metendr, ella.
Lítk mik optliga fíkjum ólíkan ástvinum dróttins ýta; sôr sótt aukumsk í slíku. Þeir metendr bógsvells, sterkir ógnar, bundusk vel vándra verka ok bœttu ella brigða skjótt.
I see myself often [as] terribly unlike the dear friends of the lord of men [= God > SAINTS]; bitter distress increases for me because of this. Those valuers of arm’s ice [SILVER > MEN], strong in battle, kept themselves well away from evil deeds, or else made amends extremely quickly.