text_original: The circumstances of my crimes, Their number and their kind, Thou know'st them all; and more, much more Than I can call to mind: Therefore, with tears, I come to beg Of my offended God, For pardon, like a child that dreads His angry parent's rod.
text_transcription: THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF MY CRIMES THEIR NUMBER AND THEIR KIND THOU KNOWEST THEM ALL AND MORE MUCH MORE THAN I CAN CALL TO MIND THEREFORE WITH TEARS I COME TO BEG OF MY OFFENDED GOD FOR PARDON LIKE A CHILD THAT DREADS HIS ANGRY PARENTS ROD
phonemes: ðə sˈɜːkəmstˌænsᵻz ʌv maɪ kɹˈaɪmz, ðɛɹ nˈʌmbɚ ænd ðɛɹ kˈaɪnd, ðˈaʊ nˈoʊst ðˌɛm ˈɔːl; ænd mˈɔːɹ, mˈʌtʃ mˈɔːɹ ðɐn aɪ kæn kˈɔːl tə mˈaɪnd: ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ, wɪð tˈɪɹz, aɪ kˈʌm tə bˈɛɡ ʌv maɪ əfˈɛndᵻd ɡˈɑːd, fɔːɹ pˈɑːɹdən, lˈaɪk ɐ tʃˈaɪld ðæt dɹˈɛdz hɪz ˈæŋɡɹi pˈɛɹənts ɹˈɑːd.