8 And it cometh to pass, at the middle of the night, that the man trembleth, and turneth himself, and lo, a woman is lying at his feet.
9 And he saith, 'Who 'art' thou?' and she saith, 'I 'am' Ruth thy handmaid, and thou hast spread thy skirt over thy handmaid, for thou 'art' a redeemer.'
10 And he saith, 'Blessed 'art' thou of Jehovah, my daughter; thou hast dealt more kindly at the latter end than at the beginning -- not to go after the young men, either poor or rich.
11 And now, my daughter, fear not, all that thou sayest I do to thee, for all the gate of my people doth know that thou 'art' a virtuous woman.
12 And now, surely, true, that I 'am' a redeemer, but also there is a redeemer nearer than I.
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