Looking west toward Tzâ•rᵊâhꞋ and the coast from NaꞋkhal Sō•reiqꞋ, near the hometown of Shi•mᵊsh•ōnꞋ Bën-Mân•ōꞋakh.

Following the death of the 12^th Shō•pheitꞋ, Bᵊn•eiꞋ-Yi•sᵊrâ•eilꞋ recidivated yet again, acculturating to the surrounding goy•imꞋ, doing wrong in the Eyes of י‑‑ה. So י‑‑ה allowed them to fall under the hand of the Greek colony of Pᵊli•shᵊt•inꞋ.

The Pᵊli•shᵊt•inꞋ had been ruling over Bᵊn•eiꞋ-Yi•sᵊrâ•eilꞋ for 40 years when a wonderful event happened to the unnamed barren ish•âhꞋ of a man named Mâ•nōꞋakh, from the village of Tzâ•rᵊâhꞋ in the Tribal Region of Dân.

Shi•vᵊt•eiꞋ Yi•sᵊr•â•eilꞋ Shᵊpheil•âhꞋ – between Yâm ha-MëlꞋakh and the Mediterranean Sea

One day, his ish•âhꞋ, who was barren, encountered a ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה, who would change their lives.

“You're going to conceive and give birth to a son,” the ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה predicted to her. “It's imperative that you drink no wine nor alcoholic beverage; nor eat any tâ•reiphꞋ substance during your pregnancy. From birth, the boy is to be a lifelong nâ•zirꞋ to ël•ōh•imꞋ. His hair and beard must never be cut nor shaved, and he must never drink wine nor other intoxicating beverage, nor ever eat anything not kâ•sheirꞋ. It is he who will kick-start the national military-salvation of Yi•sᵊr•â•eilꞋ out from under the hand of the Greek colony of Pᵊli•shᵊt•inꞋ.”

The ma•lâkhꞋ ha-ël•ōh•imꞋ hadn't introduced himself by name. So the ish•âhꞋ told her husband, Mâ•nōꞋakh, "An ish ha-ël•ōh•imꞋ came to me. His appearance appeared to be a ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה; quite impressive. I didn't ask his name or from where he came."

Then Mân•ōꞋakh appealed to י‑‑ה pleading, "A•dōn•âiꞋ, please, may the ish ha-ël•ōh•imꞋ whom You sent come again and teach us the details of how we should raise our future son."

Ël•ōh•imꞋ hearkened to Mân•ōꞋakh, and the ma•lâkhꞋ ha-ël•ōh•imꞋ came to her again as she sat in the field. But, again, Mân•ōꞋakh, missed him. This time, though, she ran and told her husband, "Look, hâ-ish who came to me the other day has appeared." So Mân•ōꞋakh got up and followed his ish•âhꞋ. Approaching hâ-ish, Mân•ōꞋakh asked him, "Are you hâ-ish who spoke with my ish•âhꞋ?"

"I am," he replied.

"Ok," Mân•ōꞋakh acknowledged, "when your dᵊvarꞋ is realized, what should be the mi•shᵊpâtꞋ for the young man? What should be his ma•a•sëhꞋ?"

"The ish•âhꞋ must watchguard everything that I told her," the ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה replied. "She may eat no product of the wine-vine; neither wine nor any intoxicating beverage. Nor may she eat any non-kâ•sheirꞋ substance. She must watchguard everything that I commanded her."

Then Mân•ōꞋakh pleaded to the ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה, "Please, we insist you stay for dinner. We'll put a goat-kid on the spit for you."

But the ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה answered, "Even if you detain me to stay, I won't eat your lëkhꞋëm. If you grill-sacrifice a kid, you may only do so for י‑‑ה!"

"What is your name," Mân•ōꞋakh asked the ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה, "so that we can give you proper credit when your prediction comes true?"

"Why do you ask my name," replied the ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה, "but, since you asked, it's פֶלִאי."

Tur Shi•mᵊsh•ōnꞋ Bën-Mân•ōꞋakh (שמשון v שמעון), NaꞋkhal SōꞋreiq

So, standing on a boulder, Mân•ōꞋakh took the kid with its mi•nᵊkh•âhꞋ for י‑‑ה; and the ma•lâkhꞋ offered it wonderfully as Mân•ōꞋakh and his ish•âhꞋ watched.

After dinner, heads bowed toward the ground reciting a simple Bi•rᵊk•atꞋ ha-Mâ•zōnꞋ, Mân•ōꞋakh and his ish•âhꞋ watched through the flames licking skyward from their mi•zᵊbeiꞋakh, as the ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה returned back up into the mountains – as he had said he would.

The ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה never appeared to Mân•ōꞋakh or his ish•âhꞋ again. But from that experience, Mân•ōꞋakh realized that the man was a ma•lâkhꞋ י‑‑ה