Small alef; poetry Beshallach 2

Six weeks after leaving,
a problem with food.

If only we had died in Egypt
the fleshpots and the bread.

God provides.
Bread, each day just enough,

Sixth day a double portion,
and quail, and manna.

Manna — fine and flaky,
fine as frost on the ground.

What is this stuff?

It’s from God —
you will always gather just what you need.

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Small alef; poetry Beshallach
Maqam Ajam (B flat C D E flat)