Sunday, May 16, 2010

which cannot be measured.

"Better a little with righteousness than much gain with injustice." "Honest scales and balances are from the Lord; all the weights in the bag are of his making."
Proverbs 16:8 & 11

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

riddling.

Nis min sele swige, ne ic sylfa hlud
ymb dryhtsele; unc dryhten scop
siþ ætsomne. Ic eom swiftra þonne he,
þragum strengra, he þreohtigra.
Hwilum ic me reste; he sceal rinnan forð.
Ic him in wunige a þenden ic lifge;
gif wit unc gedælað, me bið deað witod.

My house is not silent, nor I myself loud
about the splendid-hall. The lord shaped us two
to venture together. I am swifter than he,
at times stronger, and he more enduring.
Sometimes I rest myself; he must run forth.
I dwell in him ever while I may live;
if we two are parted from each other, death is appointed for me.




It's lovely :) The typed OE text is from Mitchell & Robinson.