6 But now we have lost our appetite; we never see anything but this manna!”
7 The manna was like small white seeds.
8 The people would go to gather it, and then grind it in handmills, or crush it between stones. After they cooked it in a pot or made cakes with it, it tasted like bread baked with olive oil.
9 When the dew fell on the camp each night, so did the manna.
10 Moses heard every family crying as they stood in the entrances of their tents. Then the Lord became very angry, and Moses got upset.
11 He asked the Lord, “Why have you brought me, your servant, this trouble? What have I done wrong that you made me responsible for all these people?
12 I am not the father of all these people, and I didn’t give birth to them. So why do you make me carry them to the land you promised to our ancestors? Must I carry them in my arms as a nurse carries a baby?