The Almighty Judge
of good deeds and bad, the Lord God,
Head of the Heavens and High King of the World,
was unknown to them. Oh, cursed is he
who in time of trouble has to thrust his soul
in the fire’s embrace, forfeiting help;
he has nowhere to turn. But blessed is he
who after death can approach the Lord
and find friendship in the Father’s embrace.

Beowulf, Seamus Heaney (trans.)

Lines 180-188: The poet feels sorry for the pagan ancestors of the Anglo-Saxons, as they didn’t have the chance to turn to a Christian God for comfort.