text_original: The continual pain I felt made me fretful, and my peevishness was increased by the mortification of my pride in seeing those miserable wretches, whom a hard gale of wind would have scattered through the air like chaff, bear those toils with alacrity under which I was ready to sink.
text_transcription: THE CONTINUAL PAIN I FELT MADE ME FRETFUL AND MY PEEVISHNESS WAS INCREASED BY THE MORTIFICATION OF MY PRIDE IN SEEING THOSE MISERABLE WRETCHES WHOM A HARD GALE OF WIND WOULD HAVE SCATTERED THROUGH THE AIR LIKE CHAFF BEAR THOSE TOILS WITH ALACRITY UNDER WHICH I WAS READY TO SINK
phonemes: ðə kəntˈɪnjuːəl pˈeɪn aɪ fˈɛlt mˌeɪd mˌiː fɹˈɛtfəl, ænd maɪ pˈiːvɪʃnəs wʌz ɪŋkɹˈiːst baɪ ðə mˌɔːɹɾɪfɪkˈeɪʃən ʌv maɪ pɹˈaɪd ɪn sˈiːɪŋ ðoʊz mˈɪzɹəbəl ɹˈɛtʃᵻz, hˈuːm ɐ hˈɑːɹd ɡˈeɪl ʌv wˈɪnd wʊdhɐv skˈæɾɚd θɹuː ðɪ ˈɛɹ lˈaɪk tʃˈæf, bˈɛɹ ðoʊz tˈɔɪlz wɪð ɐlˈækɹᵻɾi ˌʌndɚ wˌɪtʃ aɪ wʌz ɹˈɛdi tə sˈɪŋk.