text_original: "God have mercy on us," I heard him mutter, "what's that? It sounds like the wail of all the babies since the world began." We listened together, and I can give no notion of the hideous mournfulness of the sound.
text_transcription: GOD HAVE MERCY ON US I HEARD HIM MUTTER WHAT'S THAT IT SOUNDS LIKE THE WAIL OF ALL THE BABIES SINCE THE WORLD BEGAN WE LISTENED TOGETHER AND I CAN GIVE NO NOTION OF THE HIDEOUS MOURNFULNESS OF THE SOUND
phonemes: "ɡˈɑːd hæv mˈɜːsi ˈɔn ˌʌs," aɪ hˈɜːd hˌɪm mˈʌɾɚ, "wˌʌts ðˈæt? ɪt sˈaʊndz lˈaɪk ðə wˈeɪl ʌv ˈɔːl ðə bˈeɪbiz sˈɪns ðə wˈɜːld bɪɡˈæn." wiː lˈɪsənd təɡˈɛðɚ, ænd aɪ kæn ɡˈɪv nˈoʊ nˈoʊʃən ʌvðə hˈɪdiəs mˈɔːɹnfəlnəs ʌvðə sˈaʊnd.