And Ruth the Moabitess said unto Naomi, Let me now go to the field, and glean among the ears of grain after him in whose sight I shall find favor. And she said unto her, Go, my daughter.
And Ruth of Moab seide to hir modir in lawe, If thou comaundist, Y schal go in to þe feeld, and Y schal gadere eeris of corn þat fleen þe hondis of reperis, where euer Y schal fynde grace of an hosebonde man merciful in me. To whom sche answeride, Go, my douyter.