Webster(i)
6 But now our soul is dried away; there is nothing at all, besides this manna, before our eyes.
7 And the manna was as coriander-seed, and the color of it as the color of bdellium.
8 And the people went about, and gathered it and ground it in mills, or beat it in a mortar, and baked it in pans, and made cakes of it: and the taste of it was as the taste of fresh oil.
9 And when the dew fell upon the camp in the night, the manna fell upon it.