8 and sche seide to hem, Go ye in to the hows of youre modir; the Lord do mercy with you, as ye diden with the deed men, and with me;
9 the Lord yyue to you to fynde reste in the howsis of hosebondis, whiche ye schulen take. And sche kiste hem. Whiche bigunnen to wepe with vois reisid,
10 and to seie, We schulen go with thee to thi puple.
11 To whiche sche answeride, My douytris, turne ye ayen, whi comen ye with me? Y haue no more sones in my wombe, that ye moun hope hosebondis of me; my douytris of Moab, turne ye ayen, and go;
12 for now Y am maad eeld, and Y am not able to boond of mariage; yhe, thouy Y myyte conseyue in this nyyt,
13 and bere sones, if ye wolen abide til thei wexen, and fillen the yeris of mariage, ye schulen sunner be eld wymmen than ye schulen be weddid; I biseche, nyle ye, my douytris, for youre angwische oppressith me more, and the hond of the Lord yede out ayens me.
14 Therfor, whanne the vois was reisid, eft thei bigunnen to wepe. Orpha kisside the modir of hir hosebonde, and turnede ayen, and Ruth cleuyde to the modir of hir hosebonde.