1Like a first-rate pilot the Reason of our father Eleazar steered the ship of piety on the
2sea of the passions, though buffeted by the threats of the tyrant and swept by the swelling waves of the tortures, never shifted for one moment the helm of sanctity until he sailed into the haven of
3victory over death.
4No city besieged with many and cunning engines ever defended itself so well as did that holy man when his sacred soul was attacked with scourge and rack and flame, and he moved them who were laying siege to his soul through his Reason that was the shield of sanctity.
5For our father Eleazar, setting his mind firm as a beetling sea-cliff, broke the mad onset of the surges of the passions.
6O priest worthy of thy priesthood, thou didst not defile thy holy teeth,