Now she was a weak, patient, blind maiden no longer, but a reckless spirit of joy once again, a restless gleam of human sunlight gathering sunshine into her father's house.
It was fit and beautiful that she who had lived so long without the better part of the gifts of God should enjoy some of them at length in rare perfection.

Her sight was strong and her hearing was keen, but voice was the gift which she had in abundance.

So sweet, so full, so deep, so soft a voice as Naomi's came to be, Israel thought he had never heard before.

Ruth's voice?
Yes, but fraught with inspiration, replete with sparkling life, and passionate with the notes of a joyous heart.
All day long Naomi used it.

She sang as she rose in the morning, and was still singing when she lay down at night.