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Ruth 3:2

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3:2Now Boaz, with whose female servants you worked, is our close relative.3 Look, tonight he is winnowing barley at the threshing floor.4

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  1. 3 Heb “Is not Boaz our close relative, with whose female servants you were?” The idiomatic, negated rhetorical question is equivalent to an affirmation (see Ruth 2:8–9; 3:1) and has thus been translated in the affirmative (so also , , , , ).
  2. 4 Heb “look, he is winnowing the barley threshing floor tonight.” Winnowing the threshed grain involved separating the kernels of grain from the straw and chaff. The grain would be thrown into the air, allowing the wind to separate the kernels (see O. Borowski, Agriculture in Iron Age Israel, 65–66). The threshing floor itself was usually located outside town in a place where the prevailing west wind could be used to advantage (Borowski, 62–63).

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ESVEnglish Standard Version

Is not Boaz our relative, with whose young women you were? See, he is winnowing barley tonight at the threshing floor.

NIVNew International Version (2011)

Now Boaz, with whose women you have worked, is a relative of ours. Tonight he will be winnowing barley on the threshing floor.

CSBChristian Standard Bible

Now isn’t Boaz our relative? Haven’t you been working with his female servants? This evening he will be winnowing barley on the threshing floor.

NLTNew Living Translation

Boaz is a close relative of ours, and he’s been very kind by letting you gather grain with his young women. Tonight he will be winnowing barley at the threshing floor.

LEBThe Lexham English Bible

So then, is not Boaz our kinsman whose maidservants you were with? Look, he is winnowing the barley at the threshing floor tonight.

KJV 1900King James Version

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