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(Lines 1-18)
Often the solitary dweller awaits favor for himself, the mercy
of the Lord, although he, anxious in spirit, has long been
obliged to stir with his hands (i.e., row?) the ice-cold (lit.
frost-cold) sea over the path of the waters, to travel the paths
of exile. (5b) Fate is utterly inexorable (lit. resolute).
(6) So spoke the wanderer, mindful of hardships, of cruel
slaughters, of the death of beloved kinsmen: Often alone each
dawn I have had to bewail my sorrows; there is not now any
one living (lit. none of the living) to whom I dare speak my
mind openly. (11b) In truth I know that (it) is a very noble
custom in a man that he should bind fast his mind, guard the
treasury of his heart, let him think as he will. (15) (One)
weary in spirit cannot resist fate nor (can) the troubled
thought afford consolation ( lit. perform help ); therefore
(those) eager for glorious reputation often bind fast in their
hearts a gloomy (thought).
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