When dew fell on the camp at night, manna fell with it.)
The Israelites asked, and he brought them quail and filled them with bread from heaven.
Moses heard people from every family crying at the entrance to their tents. The Lord became very angry, and Moses didn’t like it either.
The people would go around and gather it, then grind it in a handmill or crush it in a mortar. They would cook it in a pot or make round loaves of bread out of it. It tasted like rich pastry made with olive oil.
Let my teachings come down like raindrops. Let my words drip like dew, like gentle rain on grass, like showers on green plants.
