71 Margt sagða ek, munda ek fleira, er mér meirr mjǫtuðr málrúm gæfi; ómum þverr, undir svella, satt eitt sagðak, svá mun ek láta.“
71. Mangt jeg mælte, mér vel var der, lód min lod mig lenger tale; saar nu svulner, svigter røsten, sandt jeg kun sagde - saa faar jeg fare.“
70. „Much have I told thee, | and more would say If fate more space | for speech had given; My voice grows weak, | my wounds are swelling; Truth I have said, | and so I die.“
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