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 Giants! arise And spread my benches! Bring to me Freyja as bride, Njord's daughter, From Noatun.

Cows with golden horns Go in the yard, Black oxen To please the giant; Much wealth have I, Many gifts have I; Freyja, methinks, Is all I lack.

Early in the evening Came they all; Ale was brought Up for the giant. One ox Thor ate, Eight salmon And all the delicacies For the women intended; Sif's husband besides Drank three barrels of mead.

Spoke then Thrym, The king of giants: Where hast thou seen Such a hungry bride? I ne'er saw a bride Eat so much, And never a maid Drink more mead.

Sat there the shrewd Maid-servant near; Thus she replied To the words of Thrym: Nothing ate Freyja In eight nights,