When the dew descended on the camp at night, the manna descended with it.
They asked, and He brought quail, and satisfied them with the bread of heaven.
Moses heard the people wailing by their families, each man at the door to his tent. Adonai’s anger became very hot, and Moses was troubled.
The people went about, gathered it up, and ground it in a hand mill or crushed it in a mortar. They cooked it in a pot or made it into cakes. It had a taste like something made with olive oil.
May my teaching trickle like rain, my speech distill like dew— like gentle rain on new grass, like showers on tender plants.