Números 11:8

8 El pueblo iba, lo recogía y lo molía entre dos piedras de molino, o lo machacaba en el mortero, y lo hervía en el caldero y hacía tortas con él; y tenía el sabor de tortas cocidas con aceite.

Números 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).

Números 11:8 In-Context

6 pero ahora no tenemos apetito. Nada hay para nuestros ojos excepto este maná.

7 Y el maná era como una semilla de cilantro, y su aspecto como el del bedelio.

8 El pueblo iba, lo recogía y lo molía entre dos piedras de molino, o lo machacaba en el mortero, y lo hervía en el caldero y hacía tortas con él; y tenía el sabor de tortas cocidas con aceite.

9 Cuando el rocío caía en el campamento por la noche, con él caía el maná.

10 Y Moisés oyó llorar al pueblo, por sus familias, cada uno a la puerta de su tienda; y la ira del SEÑOR se encendió en gran manera, y a Moisés no le agradó.