Awful lord of earls.  Then was Holofernes,
Gold-friend of men, full of wine-joy: 
He laughed and clamored, shouted and dinned,
That children of men from afar might hear
How the strong-minded both stormed and yelled, 25
Moody and mead-drunken, often admonished
The sitters-on-benches to bear themselves[1] well. 
Thus did the hateful one during all day
His liege-men [loyal] keep plying with wine,
Stout-hearted giver of treasure, until they lay in a swoon, 30
He drenched all his nobles [with drink], as if they were slain in death,
Deprived[2] of each one of goods.  Thus bade the prince of men
The sitters-in-hall to serve, until to children of men
The darkening night drew nigh.  He bade then, filled with hate,
The blessed maiden with haste to fetch 35
To his bed of rest, laden with jewels,
Adorned with rings.  They quickly performed,
The attendant thanes, what their lord them bade,
Mailed-warriors’ prince; like a flash they stepped
Into the guest-room, where they Judith 40
Wise-minded found, and quickly then
The warriors-with-shields began to lead
The glorious maid to the lofty tent
Where the mighty himself always[3] rested
By night within, to the Saviour hateful, 45
Holofernes.  There was an all-golden
Beautiful fly-net around the folk-warrior’s
Bed suspended, so that the hateful
Was able to look through, the chief of warriors,
Upon each one that therein came 50
Of the sons of heroes, and on him no one
Of the race of men, unless the proud some one
Of the strong-in-war bade to him nearer
Of warriors for counsel to come.  They then to him at rest brought
Quickly the cunning woman; went then the stout-in-heart 55
The men their lord to tell that the holy woman was
Brought to his chamber-tent.  The famous then in mind
Was glad, the ruler of cities; he thought the beautiful maiden
With spot and stain to defile:  that Judge of glory would not
Allow, the Keeper of honor, but him from that deed restrained 60
The Lord, the Ruler of hosts.  Went then the devilish one,
The wanton [warrior-prince],[4] with [mickle] band of men,
The baleful his bed to seek, where he his life should lose
Quickly within one night; he had then his end attained[5]
On earth ungentle [end], such as before he wrought for, 65
The mighty prince of men, while in this world he was,
While he dwelt under roof of the clouds.  Then fell so drunk with wine
The mighty [chief] on his bed, as if he knew no rede
Within his place of wit; the warriors stepped
Out from the chamber with mickle haste, 70
The wine-filled men, who the oath-breaker,
Hateful folk-hater, had led to his bed