text_original: God, who is in heaven, gird thee for that struggle, my son, for it will surely come. That it may be said of you, 'Behold, I have refined thee, but not with silver, I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction.
text_transcription: GOD WHO IS IN HEAVEN GIRD THEE FOR THAT STRUGGLE MY SON FOR IT WILL SURELY COME THAT IT MAY BE SAID OF YOU BEHOLD I HAVE REFINED THEE BUT NOT WITH SILVER I HAVE CHOSEN THEE IN THE FURNACE OF AFFLICTION
phonemes: ɡˈɑːd, hˌuː ɪz ɪn hˈɛvən, ɡˈɜːd ðiː fɔːɹ ðæt stɹˈʌɡəl, maɪ sˈʌn, fɔːɹ ɪt wɪl ʃˈʊɹli kˈʌm. ðˌɐɾɪt mˈeɪ biː sˈɛd ʌv juː, bᵻhˈoʊld, aɪ hæv ɹᵻfˈaɪnd ðˈiː, bˌʌt nˌɑːt wɪð sˈɪlvɚ, aɪ hæv tʃˈoʊzən ðiː ɪnðə fˈɜːnɪs ʌv ɐflˈɪkʃən.