text_original: By faith and prayer, this crosier in my hand, I drove the venom'd serpent from thy land: The shepherd in his bower might sleep or sing,[6] Nor dread the adder's tooth, nor scorpion's sting.
text_transcription: BY FAITH IN PRAYER THIS CROZIER IN MY HAND I DROVE THE VENOMED SERPENT FROM THY LAND THEE SHEPHERD IN HIS BOWER MIGHT SLEEP OR SING NOR DREAD THE ADDER'S TOOTH NOR SCORPION'S STING
phonemes: baɪ fˈeɪθ ænd pɹˈɛɹ, ðɪs kɹˈoʊziɚɹ ɪn maɪ hˈænd, aɪ dɹˈoʊv ðə vˈɛnəmd sˈɜːpənt fɹʌm ðˌaɪ lˈænd: ðə ʃˈɛpɚd ɪn hɪz bˈaʊɚ mˌaɪt slˈiːp ɔːɹ sˈɪŋ,[sˈɪks] nˈɔːɹ dɹˈɛd ðɪ ˈædɚz tˈuːθ, nˈɔːɹ skˈɔːɹpiənz stˈɪŋ.