And now is not Boaz our kinsman, with whose maidens thou wast? Behold, he winnoweth barley to-night in the threshing-floor.

And now, is there not Boaz, our relation, with whose young women you were? See, tonight he is separating the grain from the waste in his grain-floor.

και τωρα, μηπως δεν ειναι Βοοζ εκ της συγγενειας ημων, μετα των κορασιων του οποιου ησο; ιδου, αυτος λικμιζει ταυτην την νυκτα το αλωνιον των κριθων·

And now is not Boaz of our kindred, with whose maidens thou wast? Behold, he winnoweth barley to night in the threshingfloor.