Numbers 11:1-15

Rotherham(i) 1 And it came to pass that when the people were giving themselves up to murmuring, it was grievous in the ears of Yahweh,—so Yahweh hearkened, and kindled was his anger, and the fire of Yahweh burned among them, and consumed the uttermost part of the camp. 2 Then did the people make outcry unto Moses,—and Moses prayed unto Yahweh, and the fire sank down. 3 So he called the name of that place, Taberah [="A Burning"] because there burned among them the fire of Yahweh. 4 Moreover the mixed multitude that was in their midst concealed not their lusting,—and so even the sons of Israel, fell away and wept, and said: Who will grant us to eat flesh? 5 We remember the fish that we did eat in Egypt, without money,—the cucumbers, and the water-melons, and the leeks and the onions, and the garlick. 6 But, now, our soul is dried up, there is nothing at all,—unless, unto the manna, [we turn] our eyes. 7 Now, the manna, was like coriander seed, and the appearance thereof like the appearance of bdellium, 8 The people used to go about and pick it up, and grind it with a pair of mill-stones, or pound it in a mortar, and boil it in a pot, and make it into round cakes,—then was the taste thereof like the taste of a sweet cake made with oil. 9 When the dew came down upon the camp by night, the manna came down thereupon. 10 So then Moses heard the people weeping by their families, every one at the entrance of his tent,—then kindled the anger of Yahweh fiercely, and in the eyes of Moses, it was grievous. 11 And Moses said unto Yahweh—Wherefore hast thou let thy servant come to grief, and wherefore have I not found favour in thine eyes,—that thou shouldest lay the burden of all this people upon me. 12 Did, I, conceive all this people, or, I, beget them,—that thou shouldest say unto me, Carry them in thy bosom, as a nursing father carrieth a suckling, unto the soil which thou didst swear unto their fathers? 13 Whence should, I, have flesh to give to all this people,—for they keep weeping by me saying, Oh give us flesh that we may eat! 14 Unable, am, I, by myself, to carry all this people,—for they are too heavy for me. 15 But if, in this way, thou art going to deal with me, slay me, I beseech thee, slay, if I have found favour in thine eyes,—and let me not see my grief,