One day Ruth the Moabite said to Naomi, “Let me go to the fields so I can gather grain behind whoever permits me to do so.” Naomi replied, “You may go, my daughter.”
Ɨtuʼ ɨ layn achi a li-a, Lût ma à ti wâyn wùl ɨ̀ Muwàb vzɨ̀ ɨ bɨf sɨ̂ Nàwumì nâ, “Mà kàʼ a mà seʼ ibal ɨ̀ ndù sàyntɨ àsaŋ a? Ɨlvɨ fɨli, a mà ndu a wul ɨ̀lvì visi a mà sayntɨ a ŋweyn a gvêyn.” Nàwumì ɨ bè kɨ na, “Seʼ a nì.”