He bowed down, the battle-brave one, a cheek-cushion took the man’s face, and those near, the many seamen, lied down quickly for hall-rest. Not a one of them thought that he f
rom where thence should ever seek land-love afterward, the folk or the freetown where he was raised, but had heard that death by slaughter in that wine hall had pillaged too many of the Danish tribe. but they had heard of that which they before to as much in the winecellar death by slaughter (killed dead) he pillaged, the Danish tribe.
But the Lord gave to them of the war-success web (i.e. victory’s fortunes), the Weeder’s tribesman, solace and support, so that through one’s craft they all overcame their fiend t
hat they of them through one craft all overcome the fiend, through his own might. The truth is well known that mighty God wields the race of men for the long life of the soul.
It came on
one the waning night to glide (or gliding) the shadow-walker. The shooters slept, there in that the ones who had to hold that horn-gabled house that they had to hold, all but one — that was to known to the ancestors that the sin-scather they (he) could not, there fate would not (when the measurer not desired it), the sinful scather braid them under the shadows — but he kept watch wrath(fully) in anger he bided the ends of battle enraged (bulging mind) of the ends of battle.
Then came off the moor under the night-fog (check DOE) Grendel going, bearing God’s ire, the man-scather intent on snaring some of the race of men in the high hall.