Ruth

“Why will ye go with me? Are there yet any more sons in my womb, that they may be your husbands?”

“Would ye tarry for them till they were grown? Would ye stay for them from having husbands?”

“Is this Naomi?”

“Why then call ye me Naomi, seeing the LORD hath testified against me, and the Almighty hath afflicted me?”

“Whose damsel is this?”

“Hearest thou not, my daughter?”

“Have I not charged the young men that they shall not touch thee?”

“Why have I found grace in thine eyes, that thou shouldest take knowledge of me, seeing I am a stranger?”

“Where hast thou gleaned to day? And where wroughtest thou?”

“Shall I not seek rest for thee, that it may be well with thee?”

“Is not Boaz of our kindred, with whose maidens thou wast?”

“Who art thou?”

“Who art thou, my daughter?”