Seest thou, maiden, this keen, bright sword That I hold here in my hand? Before its blade the old giant bends,— Thy father is doomed to die.
I strike thee, maid, with my gambantein, To tame thee to work my will; There shalt thou go where never again The sons of men shall see thee.
Skírnir then condemns Gerd to live lonely and hideous, unloved, either married to a three-headed giant or forever unwed. It might seem that this gambantein also refers to the sword which which Skirnir has previously threatened Gerd. But immediately after concluding his curse, Skírnir says (stanza 32):
I go to the wood, and to the wet forest, To win a gambantein; . . . . . . . . . I won a gambantein.
The poem then continues with further threats by Skírnir condemning Gerd to a life of misery.