Numeri 11:8

8 E il popolo si spandeva, e la raccoglieva; poi la macinava con le macine, o la pestava nel mortaio; e la coceva in pentole, o ne facea delle focaccie; e il sapore di essa era come il sapor di pastello oliato.

Numeri 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).

Numeri 11:8 In-Context

6 Laddove ora l’anima nostra è arida; e non abbiam nulla; noi non possiamo volger gli occhi sopra altro che sopra la Manna.

7 Or la Manna era simile al seme di coriandolo; e il suo colore simile al color delle perle.

8 E il popolo si spandeva, e la raccoglieva; poi la macinava con le macine, o la pestava nel mortaio; e la coceva in pentole, o ne facea delle focaccie; e il sapore di essa era come il sapor di pastello oliato.

9 E, quando cadeva la rugiada in sul campo di notte, sopra essa cadea ancora la Manna.

10 E Mosè intese che il popolo piagneva per le sue famiglie, ciascuno all’entrata del suo padiglione. E l’ira del Signore si accese gravemente. Ciò dispiacque eziandio a Mosè.