Hávamál
Rúnatal ~ Stanza ~ 138 and 139
Wounded I hung on a windswept gallows
For nine long nights,
Pierced by a spear, pledged to Odhinn,
Offered, myself to myself
The wisest know not from whence spring
The roots of that ancient root,

They gave me no bread, they gave me no mead,
I looked down;
With a loud cry I took up runes;
And from that tree I fell.
Hávamál Rúnatal ~ Stanza ~ 138 and 139 Wounded I hung on a windswept gallows For nine long nights, Pierced by a spear, pledged to Odhinn, Offered, myself to myself The wisest know not from whence spring The roots of that ancient root, They gave me no bread, they gave me no mead, I looked down; With a loud cry I took up runes; And from that tree I fell.
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