1. I stretch beyond the bounds of the world,
I'm smaller than a worm, outstrip the sun,
I shine more brightly than the moon. The swelling seas,
The fair face of the earth, and all the green fields,
Are within my grasp. I cover the depths,
And plunge beneath hell; I ascend above heaven,
Highland of renown; I reach beyond
The boundaries of the land of blessed angles.
I fill far and wide all the corners of the earth
And the ocean streams. Say what my name is.

2. I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear
And wounded by sword, weary of battle.
I frequently see the face of war, and fight
Hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope
Of help being brought to me in the battle,
Before I'm ev.entually done to death.
In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords,
Skillfully forged in the flame by smiths,
Bite deeply into me. I can but await
A more fearsome encounter; it is not for me
To discover in the city any of those doctors
Who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs.
The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider;
Death blows are dealt me by day and by night.

3. On the way a miracle: water became bone.

4. My head was hammered into shape, scarred
By sharp chisels, scoured by a file.
I swallow whatever faces me whenever.
Wearing rings, I thrust firmly
Against a hard object; hollowed out
From behind. I strain at what stands
Between my lord and his mind's desire
At midnight. I guard gold at times,
And pull back my poking nose
When my lord plans to plunder heirlooms
From those he has subdued, to wreak
Savage vengeance just as he pleases.


2.A Shield
4.A Key
    The Exeter Book of Riddles. Translated by Kevin Crossley-Holland. Penguin Books.

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