This translation of the seventy-seventh riddle from the Exeter Book is from Paull F. Baum.
The sea fed me;
……… the water-helm was over me,and waves covered me,
……… close to the groundI was footless.
……… Often toward the waterI opened my mouth.
……… Now people willeat my meat.
……… They want not my skin.When they rip my hide
……… with the point of a knife. . . . . . . . . . .
……… . . . . . . . . .Then they eat me uncooked.
……… . . .
Would you guess?