text_original: O poor mortals, how ye make this Earth bitter for each other; this fearful and wonderful Life fearful and horrible; and Satan has his place in all hearts! Such agonies and ragings and wailings ye have, and have had, in all times:—to be buried all, in so deep silence; and the salt sea is not swoln with your tears.
text_transcription: O POOR MORTALS HOW DO YOU MAKE THIS EARTH BITTER FOR EACH OTHER THIS FEARFUL AND WONDERFUL LIFE FEARFUL AND HORRIBLE AND SATAN HAS HIS PLACE IN ALL HEARTS SUCH AGONIES AND RAGINGS AND WAILINGS YE HAVE AND HAVE HAD IN ALL TIMES TO BE BURIED ALL IN SO DEEP SILENCE AND THE SALT SEA IS NOT SWOLLEN WITH YOUR TEARS
phonemes: ˈoʊ pˈʊɹ mˈɔːɹɾəlz, hˌaʊ jiː mˌeɪk ðɪs ˈɜːθ bˈɪɾɚ fɔːɹ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ; ðɪs fˈɪɹfəl ænd wˈʌndɚfəl lˈaɪf fˈɪɹfəl ænd hˈɔːɹɪbəl; ænd sˈeɪtən hɐz hɪz plˈeɪs ɪn ˈɔːl hˈɑːɹts! sˈʌtʃ ˈæɡəniz ænd ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋz ænd wˈeɪlɪŋz jiː hˈæv, ænd hˈæv hˌæd, ɪn ˈɔːl tˈaɪmz:—təbi bˈɛɹid ˈɔːl, ɪn sˌoʊ dˈiːp sˈaɪləns; ænd ðə sˈɔlt sˈiː ɪz nˌɑːt swˈɑːln wɪð jʊɹ tˈɪɹz.