6. Now our lives are wasting away. There is nothing but manna in front of us."
7. The manna was like coriander seed and its color was like resin.
8. The people would roam around and collect it and grind it with millstones or pound it in a mortar. Then they would boil it in pots and make it into cakes. It tasted like cakes baked in olive oil.
9. When the dew fell on the camp during the night, the manna would fall with it.