text_original: Round it runs a fence of bronze, and night spreads in triple line all about it like a neck circlet, while above grow the roots of the earth and unfruitful sea. There by the counsel of Zeus who drives the clouds the Titan gods are hidden under misty gloom, in a dank place where are the ends of the huge earth. And they may not go out; for Poseidon fixed gates of bronze upon it, and a wall runs all round it on every side.
text_transcription: ROUND IT RUNS A FENCE OF BRONZE AND NIGHT SPREADS IN TRIPLE LINE ALL ABOUT IT LIKE A NECK CIRCLET WHILE ABOVE GROW THE ROOTS OF THE EARTH AND UNFRUITFUL SEA THERE BY THE COUNCIL OF ZEUS WHO DRIVES THE CLOUDS THE TITAN GODS ARE HIDDEN UNDER MISTY GLOOM IN A DANK PLACE WHERE ARE THE ENDS OF THE HUGE EARTH AND THEY MAY NOT GO OUT FOR POSEIDON FIXED GATES OF BRONZE UPON IT AND A WALL RUNS ALL AROUND IT ON EVERY SIDE
phonemes: ɹˈaʊnd ɪt ɹˈʌnz ɐ fˈɛns ʌv bɹˈɑːnz, ænd nˈaɪt spɹˈɛdz ɪn tɹˈɪpəl lˈaɪn ˈɔːl ɐbˌaʊt ɪt lˈaɪk ɐ nˈɛk sˈɜːklɪt, wˌaɪl əbˌʌv ɡɹˈoʊ ðə ɹˈuːts ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd ʌnfɹˈuːtfəl sˈiː. ðɛɹ baɪ ðə kˈaʊnsəl ʌv zˈuːs hˌuː dɹˈaɪvz ðə klˈaʊdz ðə tˈaɪtən ɡˈɑːdz ɑːɹ hˈɪdən ˌʌndɚ mˈɪsti ɡlˈuːm, ɪn ɐ dˈæŋk plˈeɪs wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ ðɪ ˈɛndz ʌvðə hjˈuːdʒ ˈɜːθ. ænd ðeɪ mˈeɪ nˌɑːt ɡˌoʊ ˈaʊt; fɔːɹ pəsˈaɪdən fˈɪkst ɡˈeɪts ʌv bɹˈɑːnz əpˌɑːn ɪt, ænd ɐ wˈɔːl ɹˈʌnz ˈɔːl ɹˈaʊnd ɪɾ ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi sˈaɪd.