text_original: "Since you know me, Sir," said he, "help me for God's sake, and for death or life put me out of this pain." "Fear nothing," answered the hermit, "your pain will soon be gone," and he called his servants to take the armour off the Knight, and laid him in bed.
text_transcription: SINCE YOU KNOW ME SIR SAID HE HELP ME FOR GOD'S SAKE AND FOR DEATH WILL LIFE PUT ME OUT OF THIS PAIN FEAR NOTHING ANSWERED THE HERMIT YOUR PAIN WILL SOON BE GONE AND HE CALLED HIS SERVANTS TO TAKE THE ARMOR OFF THE KNIGHT AND LAID HIM IN BED
phonemes: "sˈɪns juː nˈoʊ mˌiː, sˌɜː," sˈɛd hiː, "hˈɛlp mˌiː fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːdz sˈeɪk, ænd fɔːɹ dˈɛθ ɔːɹ lˈaɪf pˌʊt mˌiː ˌaʊɾəv ðɪs pˈeɪn." "fˈɪɹ nˈʌθɪŋ," ˈænsɚd ðə hˈɜːmɪt, "jʊɹ pˈeɪn wɪl sˈuːn biː ɡˈɔn," ænd hiː kˈɔːld hɪz sˈɜːvənts tə tˈeɪk ðɪ ˈɑːɹmɚɹ ˈɔf ðə nˈaɪt, ænd lˈeɪd hˌɪm ɪn bˈɛd.