text_original: "Woe is me, my lord," he cried, when he could find his breath, "I am the bearer of evil tidings." "Speak, my son," said Ben Hesed, who had recognized in the man one of his herdsmen. "What hath befallen?"
text_transcription: WOE IS ME MY LORD HE CRIED WHEN HE COULD FIND HIS BREATH I AM THE BEARER OF EVIL TIDINGS SPEAK MY SON SAID BEN HASSET WHO HAD RECOGNIZED IN THE MAN ONE OF HIS HERDSMEN WHAT HATH BEFALLEN
phonemes: "wˈoʊ ɪz mˌiː, maɪ lˈɔːɹd," hiː kɹˈaɪd, wˌɛn hiː kʊd fˈaɪnd hɪz bɹˈɛθ, "aɪɐm ðə bˈɛɹɚɹ ʌv ˈiːvəl tˈaɪdɪŋz." "spˈiːk, maɪ sˈʌn," sˈɛd bˈɛn hˈiːzd, hˌuː hæd ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪzd ɪnðə mˈæn wˈʌn ʌv hɪz hˈɜːdzmɛn. "wˌʌt hæθ bᵻfˈɔːlən?"