5Sweet is the memory of the fish we had in Egypt for nothing, and the fruit and green plants of every sort, sharp and pleasing to the taste:
6But now our soul is wasted away; there is nothing at all: we have nothing but this manna before our eyes.
7Now the manna was like a seed of grain, like small clear drops.
8The people went about taking it up from the earth, crushing it between stones or hammering it to powder, and boiling it in pots, and they made cakes of it: its taste was like the taste of cakes cooked with oil.
9When the dew came down on the tents at night, the manna came down with it.
10And at the sound of the people weeping, every man at his tent-door, the wrath of the Lord was great, and Moses was very angry.
11And Moses said to the Lord, Why have you done me this evil? and why have I not grace in your eyes, that you have put on me the care of all this people?
