Nombres 11:8

8 Le peuple se dispersait et la ramassait; puis il la broyait avec les meules, ou la pilait dans un mortier, et la faisait cuire dans un chaudron, et en faisait des gâteaux; et le goût en était semblable à celui d'un gâteau à l'huile.

Nombres 11:8 Meaning and Commentary

Numbers 11:8

[And] the people went about and gathered [it]
Went about the camp on all sides, where it fell in plenty; this they did every morning, and this was all the trouble they were at; they had it for gathering, without any expense to them:

and ground [it] in mills:
in hand mills, as Aben Ezra; for though it melted through the heat of the sun, and became a liquid, yet, when gathered in the morning, it was hard like grains of corn, or other seeds, and required to be ground in mills:

or beat [it] in a mortar;
with a pestle, as spices are beaten and bruised:

and baked [it] in pans;
or rather boiled it in a pot, as the Targums of Jonathan and Jerusalem, since it follows:

and made cakes of it;
which were baked on the hearth; all which may denote the sufferings of Christ, who was beaten, and bruised, and broken, that he might become fit food for faith, ( Isaiah 53:4 Isaiah 53:5 Isaiah 53:10 ) ;

and the taste of it was as the taste of fresh oil;
which is very grateful and pleasant, as well as very fattening and nourishing; so that the Israelites had no reason to complain of their being dried away by continual eating of it; (See Gill on Exodus 16:31).

Nombres 11:8 In-Context

6 Et maintenant, notre âme est desséchée; il n'y a rien du tout! Nos yeux ne voient que la manne.
7 Or la manne était comme de la semence de coriandre, et sa couleur, comme celle du bdellion.
8 Le peuple se dispersait et la ramassait; puis il la broyait avec les meules, ou la pilait dans un mortier, et la faisait cuire dans un chaudron, et en faisait des gâteaux; et le goût en était semblable à celui d'un gâteau à l'huile.
9 Et quand la rosée tombait la nuit sur le camp, la manne descendait dessus.
10 Moïse entendit donc le peuple qui pleurait dans ses familles, chacun à l'entrée de sa tente; et la colère de l'Éternel s'embrasa fortement, et Moïse en fut affligé.
The Ostervald translation is in the public domain.