text_original: (ll. 17 20) Hail, white armed goddess, bright Selene, mild, bright tressed queen! And now I will leave you and sing the glories of men half divine, whose deeds minstrels, the servants of the Muses, celebrate with lovely lips.
text_transcription: HAIL WHITE ARMED GODDESS BRIGHT SELINI MILD BRIGHT DRESSED QUEEN AND NOW I WILL LEAVE YOU AND SING THE GLORIES OF MEN HALF DIVINE WHOSE DEEDS MINSTRELS THE SERVANTS OF THE MUSES CELEBRATE WITH LOVELY LIPS
phonemes: (ˌɛlˈɛl. sˈɛvəntˌiːn twˈɛnti) hˈeɪl, wˈaɪt ˈɑːɹmd ɡˈɑːdəs, bɹˈaɪt səlˈiːni, mˈaɪld, bɹˈaɪt tɹˈɛst kwˈiːn! ænd nˈaʊ aɪ wɪl lˈiːv juː ænd sˈɪŋ ðə ɡlˈɔːɹiz ʌv mˈɛn hˈæf dᵻvˈaɪn, hˌuːz dˈiːdz mˈɪnstɹəlz, ðə sˈɜːvənts ʌvðə mjˈuːzᵻz, sˈɛləbɹˌeɪt wɪð lˈʌvli lˈɪps.