text_original: And she was going towards the awful strife. (ll. 201 206) And there was the holy company of the deathless gods: and in the midst the son of Zeus and Leto played sweetly on a golden lyre.
text_transcription: AND SHE WAS GOING TOWARDS THE AWFUL STRIFE AND THERE WAS THE HOLY COMPANY OF THE DEATHLESS GODS AND IN THE MIDST THE SON OF ZEUS AND LITO PLAYED SWEETLY ON A GOLDEN LYRE
phonemes: ænd ʃiː wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz ðɪ ˈɔːfəl stɹˈaɪf. (ˌɛlˈɛl. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd wˈʌn tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪks) ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə hˈoʊli kˈʌmpəni ʌvðə dˈɛθləs ɡˈɑːdz: ænd ɪnðə mˈɪdst ðə sˈʌn ʌv zˈuːs ænd lˈiːɾoʊ plˈeɪd swˈiːtli ˌɔn ɐ ɡˈoʊldən lˈaɪɚ.