Pale at the sight we fly; unswerving, these / glide on and seek Laocoon. First, entwined / in stringent folds, his two young sons they seize, / with cruel fangs their tortured limbs to grind.
Bleikir av sjónini flúgva vit fram, ótroyttiligir sníkjandi og leita eftir Laocoon, fyrst fløktir saman í trongum foldum, báðar hansara ungu synir teir taka, við grummum eiturtonnum píndu og skræddu teir sundur.