text_original: Toil, with a certainty, but our lives had known it. Death, perchance. But Death had been near to all of us, and his presence did not frighten.
text_transcription: OIL WITH A CERTAINTY BUT OUR LIVES HAD NO LIP DEATH PERCHANCE BUT DEATH HAD BEEN NEAR TO ALL OF US AND HIS PRESENCE DID NOT FRIGHTEN
phonemes: tˈɔɪl, wɪð ɐ sˈɜːtənti, bˌʌt ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪvz hæd nˈoʊn ɪt. dˈɛθ, pɚtʃˈæns. bˌʌt dˈɛθ hɐdbɪn nˌɪɹ tʊ ˈɔːl ʌv ˌʌs, ænd hɪz pɹˈɛzəns dɪdnˌɑːt fɹˈaɪʔn̩.