So then י‑‑ה told Mosh•ëhꞋ,

"Stretch forth your arm toward the heavens proclaiming a KhōꞋshëkh to come over ërꞋëtz Mi•tzᵊraꞋyim; then a KhōꞋshëkh shall grope its way into Mi•tzᵊraꞋyim!"

Approaching mega-​sandstorm in Israeli NëgꞋëv

So Mosh•ëhꞋ stretched forth his arm toward the heavens proclaiming a KhōꞋshëkh over ërꞋëtz Mi•tzᵊraꞋyim. Then, following immediately after a particularly strong high pressure warm front, another extreme seasonal low-pressure cold front, moving from west to east across the Mediterranean coast of the Delta, picked up sand from Central Africa into a monstrous mega-​sandstorm blowing into Mi•tzᵊraꞋyim – causing 3 days of dismally-​gloomy KhōꞋshëkh in ërꞋëtz Mi•tzᵊraꞋyim. For 3 days, even from a couple of meters apart, a person couldn't see his neighbor.

In these ancient days, millennia before air conditioning or even screens, houses were open and the only light, other than the sun and moon, was from a kitchen fire or oil lamp. So the KhōꞋshëkh pervaded even into their houses. For those 3 days, people didn't bother to leave their house because they couldn't see well enough to accomplish any useful work or chores. Yet, Bᵊn•eiꞋ-Yi•sᵊrâ•eilꞋ had light in all of their houses!

Then Par•ohꞋ summoned Mosh•ëhꞋ to renegotiate yet again: "Yall go! Do a•vōd•âhꞋ for י‑‑ה! Just leave your tzon and cattle behind. I'll let you take your toddlers with you."

"Seriously?!? How do you suggest we sacrifice without our animals? You must allow us to take our sacrifices and grill-smoke ascendance sacrifices with us so that we can do this for י‑‑ה our ël•oh•imꞋ. Our livestock-property must go with us. We shall not leave behind a single hoof because we must take our sacrifices from them to do the a•vōd•âhꞋ of י‑‑ה our ël•oh•imꞋ. We won't know until we get there exactly which from among them we must take to do the a•vōd•âhꞋ of י‑‑ה."

Thus, yet again, י‑‑ה goaded the arrogant-defiance that Par•ohꞋ harbored in his heart; and he did not send Bᵊn•eiꞋ-Yi•sᵊrâ•eilꞋ out.

"GET OUT!!!" Par•ohꞋ exploded. "Don't you ever dare see my face again! The day you see my face again you shall die!"

"You've sealed your own fate," Mosh•ëhꞋ retorted. "I shall never have to look at your face again."