The Story of Ruth1960

Ruth:
[sobbing] He taught me to care about living things, but he never told me of the pain of caring.

Naomi:
Pain on entering the world, anguish on leaving it. But the interval between is worth it all.

Ruth:
[still sobbing] How can you say that in such an hour? Look around you, at this hard wilderness, and what do you see but mourning women? Where is Mahlon's invisible God of mercy? Where are his blessings?

Naomi:
You are one of them. You gave my son joy, and you sent him away with peace in his soul. I am grateful, my lady.