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(Lines 99-114a)
. . . (99) The force
(lit. forces) of ash-wood spears destroyed the warriors,
weapons greedy for slaughter, (and) fate, that famed (one),
and storms beat upon these stone slopes (walls?), a driving
(lit. falling) snowstorm binds the earth, the howling of
winter, when (it) comes, (all) dark, the shadow of night
grows dark, sends from the north a fierce hailstorm, to the
vexation of men. (106) All the kingdom of the earth is full of
hardships, the decree of the fates changes the world under
the heavens. (108) Here wealth is transitory, here friend is
transitory, here man is transitory, here kinsman is transitory,
this whole foundation of the earth is becoming empty.
(111) So spoke the (man) wise in spirit, sat apart in secret
meditation. Good is he who keeps his pledges, nor ought a
man ever (lit. never) make known the grief from out of his
breast too quickly, unless he, the man, should know beforehand
how to bring about a remedy with fortitude.
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