6. Our soul is dry, our eyes behold nothing else but manna.
7. A Now the manna was like coriander seed, of the colour of bdellium.
8. And the people went about, and gathering it, ground it in a mill, or beat it in a mortar, and boiled it in a pot, and made cakes thereof of the taste of bread tempered with oil,
9. and when the dew fell in the night upon the camp, the manna also fell with it.