text_original: Here I lay and enjoyed the breeze, notwithstanding which my malady gained ground, and at length my life was despaired of, though I never lost hopes of recovery, even when I had the mortification to see, from my cabin window, six or seven thrown overboard every day, who died of the same distemper.
text_transcription: HERE I LAY AND ENJOYED THE BREEZE NOTWITHSTANDING WHICH MY MALADY GAINED GROUND AND AT LENGTH MY LIFE WAS DESPAIRED OF THOUGH I NEVER LOST HOPES OF RECOVERY EVEN WHEN I HAD THE MORTIFICATION TO SEE FROM MY CABIN WINDOW SIX OR SEVEN THROWN OVERBOARD EVERY DAY WHO DIED OF THE SAME DISTEMPER
phonemes: hˈɪɹ aɪ lˈeɪ ænd ɛndʒˈɔɪd ðə bɹˈiːz, nˌɑːtwɪðstˈændɪŋ wˌɪtʃ maɪ mˈælədi ɡˈeɪnd ɡɹˈaʊnd, ænd æt lˈɛŋθ maɪ lˈaɪf wʌz dᵻspˈɛɹd ʌv, ðˌoʊ aɪ nˈɛvɚ lˈɔst hˈoʊps ʌv ɹᵻkˈʌvɚɹi, ˈiːvən wɛn aɪ hæd ðə mˌɔːɹɾɪfɪkˈeɪʃən tə sˈiː, fɹʌm maɪ kˈæbɪn wˈɪndoʊ, sˈɪks ɔːɹ sˈɛvən θɹˈoʊn ˌoʊvɚbˈɔːɹd ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ, hˌuː dˈaɪd ʌvðə sˈeɪm dɪstˈɛmpɚ.