iddle 4* Mec gesette soð      sigora waldend   The culminant lord of victories, Christ,   Crist to compe.     Oft ic cwice bærne,   Created me for battle. Often I burn   unrimu cyn      eorþan getenge,   Countless living creatures on middle-earth,   næte mid niþe,      swa ic him no hrine,   Treat them to terror though I touch them not,   þonne mec min frea     feohtan hateþ.  5 When my lord rouses me to wage war. 5 Hwilum ic monigra      mod arete,   Sometimes I lighten the minds of many,   hwilum ic frefre     þa ic ær winne on   Sometimes I comfort those I fought fiercely   feorran swiþe--     hi þæs felað þeah,   Before. They feel this high blessing   swylce þæs oþres,     þonne ic eft hyra   As they felt that burning, when over the surge   ofer deop gedreag      drohtað bete. 10 And sorrow, I again grace their going. 10 solution