text_original: I cursed the hour of my birth, the parents that gave me being, the sea that did not swallow me up, the poniard of the enemy, which could not find the way to my heart, the villainy of those who had left me in that miserable condition; and in the ecstacy of despair resolved to be still where I was, and perish.
text_transcription: I CURSED THE HOUR OF MY BIRTH THE PARENTS THAT GAVE ME BEING THE SEA THAT DID NOT SWALLOW ME UP THE PONIARD OF THE ENEMY WHICH COULD NOT FIND THE WAY TO MY HEART THE VILLANY OF THOSE WHO HAD LEFT ME IN THAT MISERABLE CONDITION AND IN THE ECSTASY OF DESPAIR RESOLVED TO BE STILL WHERE I WAS AND PERISH
phonemes: aɪ kˈɜːst ðɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv maɪ bˈɜːθ, ðə pˈɛɹənts ðæt ɡˈeɪv mˌiː bˈiːɪŋ, ðə sˈiː ðæt dɪdnˌɑːt swˈɔloʊ mˌiː ˈʌp, ðə pˈoʊnɪɚd ʌvðɪ ˈɛnəmi, wˌɪtʃ kʊd nˌɑːt fˈaɪnd ðə wˈeɪ tə maɪ hˈɑːɹt, ðə vˈɪləni ʌv ðoʊz hˌuː hæd lˈɛft mˌiː ɪn ðæt mˈɪzɹəbəl kəndˈɪʃən; ænd ɪnðɪ ˈɛkstəsi ʌv dᵻspˈɛɹ ɹᵻzˈɑːlvd təbi stˈɪl wˈɛɹ aɪ wʌz, ænd pˈɛɹɪʃ.