Booz iste, cujus puellis in agro juncta es, propinquus noster est, et hac nocte aream hordei ventilat.
This Booz, with whose maids thou wast joined in the field, is our near kinsman, and behold this night he winnoweth barley in the threshingfloor.
Booz isto, de que puellas in agro iunge es, propinquo nostro es, et hoc nocte area de hordeo ventila.