text_original: But Jove will soon convert, I hope, This brazen chain into a rope; With which Prometheus shall be tied, And high in air for ever ride; Where, if we find his liver grows, For want of vultures, we have crows.
text_transcription: BUT JOVE WILL SOON CONVERT I HOPE THIS BRAZEN CHAIN INTO A ROPE WITH WHICH PROMETHEUS SHALL BE TIED AND HIGH IN AIR FOR EVER RIDE WHERE IF WE FIND HIS LIVER GROWS FOR WANT OF VULTURES WE HAVE CROWS
phonemes: bˌʌt dʒˈoʊv wɪl sˈuːn kənvˈɜːt, aɪ hˈoʊp, ðɪs bɹˈeɪzən tʃˈeɪn ˌɪntʊ ɐ ɹˈoʊp; wɪð wˌɪtʃ pɹoʊmˈiːθɪəs ʃˌæl biː tˈaɪd, ænd hˈaɪ ɪn ˈɛɹ fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ ɹˈaɪd; wˈɛɹ, ɪf wiː fˈaɪnd hɪz lˈɪvɚ ɡɹˈoʊz, fɔːɹ wˈɔnt ʌv vˈʌltʃɚz, wiː hæv kɹˈoʊz.