When the dew fell on the camp at night, the manna would fall with it.
Let my teaching fall like rain and my word settle like dew, like gentle rain on new grass and showers on tender plants.
The people walked around and gathered it. They ground it on a pair of grinding stones or crushed it in a mortar, then boiled it in a cooking pot and shaped it into cakes. It tasted like a pastry cooked with the finest oil.
Moses heard the people, family after family, weeping at the entrance of their tents. The Lord was very angry; Moses was also provoked.