text_original: And he said to Athena; (ll. 174 176) 'My daughter, will you go aid the Mice? For they all frolic about your temple continually, delighting in the fat of sacrifice and in all kinds of food.' (ll. 177 196) So then said the son of Cronos.
text_transcription: AND HE SAID TO ATHENE MY DAUGHTER WILL YOU GO AID THE MICE FOR THEY ALL FROLIC ABOUT YOUR TEMPLE CONTINUALLY DELIGHTING IN THE FAT OF SACRIFICE AND IN ALL KINDS OF FOOD SO THEN SAID THE SON OF CRONOS
phonemes: ænd hiː sˈɛd tʊ æθˈiːnə; (ˌɛlˈɛl. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti fˈɔːɹ wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɪks) maɪ dˈɔːɾɚ, wɪl juː ɡˌoʊ ˈeɪd ðə mˈaɪs? fɔːɹ ðeɪ ˈɔːl fɹˈɑːlɪk ɐbˌaʊt jʊɹ tˈɛmpəl kəntˈɪnjuːəli, dᵻlˈaɪɾɪŋ ɪnðə fˈæt ʌv sˈækɹᵻfˌaɪs ænd ɪn ˈɔːl kˈaɪndz ʌv fˈuːd. (ˌɛlˈɛl. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti sˈɪks) sˌoʊ ðˈɛn sˈɛd ðə sˈʌn ʌv kɹˈoʊnoʊz.