With his hammer the loathly | hill of the hair
Of the brother of Fenrir | he smote from above.
[25]. The monsters roared, | and the rocks resounded,
And all the earth | so old was shaken;
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Then sank the fish | in the sea forthwith.
[26]. . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
Joyless as back | they rowed was the giant;
Speechless did Hymir | sit at the oars,
With the rudder he sought | a second wind.