text_original: behold me prostrate at your feet, waiting with the most pious resignation, for that sentence from your lips, on which my future happiness or misery must altogether depend.
text_transcription: BEHOLD ME PROSTRATE AT YOUR FEET WAITING WITH THE MOST PIOUS RESIGNATION FOR THAT SENTENCE FROM YOUR LIPS ON WHICH MY FUTURE HAPPINESS OR MISERY MUST ALTOGETHER DEPEND
phonemes: bᵻhˈoʊld mˌiː pɹˈɑːstɹeɪt æt jʊɹ fˈiːt, wˈeɪɾɪŋ wɪððə mˈoʊst pˈaɪəs ɹˌɛzɪɡnˈeɪʃən, fɔːɹ ðæt sˈɛntəns fɹʌm jʊɹ lˈɪps, ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ maɪ fjˈuːtʃɚ hˈæpɪnəs ɔːɹ mˈɪzɚɹi mˈʌst ˌɔːltəɡˈɛðɚ dᵻpˈɛnd.