18.  I expect that thou wilt bait from an ox easily obtain.”  The guest in haste to the forest went, where stood an all-black ox before him.

19.  The Thursar’s bane wrung from an ox the high fastness of his two horns.  “To me thy work seems worse by far, ruler of keels! than if thou hadst sat quiet.”

20.  The lord of goats the apes’ kinsman besought the horse of plank farther out to move; but the Jotun declared his slight desire farther to row.

21.  The mighty Hymir drew, he alone, two whales up with his hook; but at the stern abaft Veor cunningly made him a line.

22.  Fixed on the hook the shield of men, the serpent’s slayer, the ox’s head.  Gaped at the bait the foe of gods, the encircler beneath of every land.[30]

23.  Drew up boldly the mighty Thor the worm with venom glistening, up to the side; with his hammer struck, on his foul head’s summit, like a rock towering, the wolf’s own brother.

24.  The icebergs resounded, the caverns howled, the old earth shrank together:  at length the fish back into ocean sank.[31]

25.  The Jotun was little glad, as they rowed back, so that the powerful Hymir nothing spake, but the oar moved in another course.

26.  “Wilt thou do half the work with me, either the whales home to the dwelling bear, or the boat fast bind?”

27.  Hlorridi went, grasped the prow, quickly, with its hold-water, lifted the water-steed, together with its oars and scoop; bore to the dwelling the Jotun’s ocean-swine, the curved vessel, through the wooded hills.

28.  But the Jotun yet ever frowned, to strife accustomed, with Thor disputed, said that no one was strong, however vigorously he might row, unless he his cup could break.

29.  But Hlorridi, when to his hands it came, forthwith brake an upright stone in twain; sitting dashed the cup through the pillars:  yet they brought it whole to Hymir back.

30.  Until the beauteous woman gave important, friendly counsel, which she only knew:  “Strike at the head of Hymir, the Jotun with food oppressed, that is harder than any cup.”

31.  Rose then on his knee the stern lord of goats, clad in all his godlike power.  Unhurt remained the old man’s helm-block, but the round wine-bearer was in shivers broken.

32.  “Much good, I know, has departed from me, now that my cup I see hurled from my knees.”  Thus the old man spake:  “I can never say again, beer thou art too hot.

33.  “Now ’tis to be tried if ye can carry the beer-vessel out of our dwelling.”  Ty twice assayed to move the vessel, yet at each time stood the kettle fast.

34.  Then Modi’s father by the brim grasped it, and trod through the dwelling’s floor.  Sif’s consort lifted the kettle on his head, while about his heels its rings jingled.

35.  They had far journeyed before Odin’s son cast one look backward:  he from the caverns saw, with Hymir from the east, a troop of many-headed monsters coming.