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.

My glory was fresh in me, and my bow was renewed in my hand.

But my horn shalt thou exalt{H8686)} like the horn of an unicorn: I shall be anointed{H8804)} with fresh oil.

Can the fig tree, my brethren, bear olive berries? either a vine, figs? so can no fountain both yield salt water and fresh.