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The venomous serpent swiftly up To the boat did Thor,  the bold one, pull; With his hammer the loathly hill of the hair Of the brother of Fenrir he smote from above.

The monsters roared, and the rocks resounded, And all the earth so old was shaken; ... Then sank the fish in the sea forthwith.

... Joyless as back they rowed was the giant; Speechless did Hymir sit at the oars, With the rudder he sought a second wind.

Hymir spake: "The half of our toil wilt thou have with me,