text_original: Now lowly crouch'd, I cry _peccavi_, And prostrate, supplicate _pour ma vie_; Your mercy I rely on; For you my conqueror and my king, In pardoning, as in punishing, Will show yourself a lion.
text_transcription: NOW LOWLY CROUCHED I CRY PECAVI AND PROSTRATE SUPPLICATE POOR MAVI YOUR MERCY I RELY ON FOR YOU MY CONQUEROR AND MY KING IN PARDONING AS IN PUNISHING WILL SHOW YOURSELF A LION
phonemes: nˈaʊ lˈoʊli kɹˈaʊtʃd, aɪ kɹˈaɪ pˈɛkævi, ænd pɹˈɑːstɹeɪt, sˈʌplᵻkˌeɪt pˈɔːɹ mˈɑː vˈaɪ; jʊɹ mˈɜːsi aɪ ɹᵻlˈaɪ ˈɔn; fɔːɹ juː maɪ kˈɑːŋkɚɹɚ ænd maɪ kˈɪŋ, ɪn pˈɑːɹdənɪŋ, æz ɪn pˈʌnɪʃɪŋ, wɪl ʃˈoʊ jɔːɹsˈɛlf ɐ lˈaɪən.