Eleazar ben Kalir

“ While sharpened swords consume your captive sons?
Where now, O fathers, lurks your merit rare
In that vast wilderness of land laid bare?
They cry each one with lamentation sore
For children banished, sons that are no more ”

“ Tradition makes Jacob linger for fourteen years, on his way to Mesopotamia, in the houses of study of Shem and Eber. Other legends are told of Jacob’s love of learning.—Kalir’s compositions number over two hundred. ”