Was seen on his shoulder, his sinews were shivered, His body did burst. To Beowulf was given Glory in battle; Grendel from thenceward Must flee and hide him in the fen-cliffs and marshes, Sick unto death, his dwelling must look for Unwinsome and woeful; he wist the more fully The end of his earthly existence was nearing, His life-days’ limits. At last for the Danemen, When the slaughter was over, their wish was accomplished. The comer-from-far-land had cleansed then of evil, Wise and valiant, the war-hall of Hrothgar, Saved it from violence. He joyed in the night-work, In repute for prowess; the prince of the Geatmen For the East-Danish people his boast had accomplished, Bettered their burdensome bale-sorrows fully, The craft-begot evil they erstwhile had suffered And were forced to endure from crushing oppression, Their manifold misery. ’Twas a manifest token, When the hero-in-battle the hand suspended, The arm and the shoulder (there was all of the claw Of Grendel together) ’neath great-stretching hall-roof.