text_original: "His look is dark and threatening," he muttered, "it bodes no good for them that believe, when at night and at morning and also at midday those that hate us gather themselves in secret conclave. There be mischiefs brewing, I fear me; a dark cloud which will break ere long and bring swift destruction upon the church  unless the Lord send help, and that right speedily."
text_transcription: HIS LOOK IS DARK AND THREATENING HE MUTTERED IT BODES NO GOOD FOR THEM THAT BELIEVE WHEN AT NIGHT AND MORNING AND ALSO AT MID DAY THOSE THAT HATE US GATHER THEMSELVES IN SECRET CONCLAVE THERE BE MISCHIEFS BREWING I FEAR ME A DARK CLOUD WHICH WILL BREAK ERE LONG AND BRING SWIFT DESTRUCTION UPON THE CHURCH UNLESS THE LORD SEND HELP AND THAT RIGHT SPEEDILY
phonemes: "hɪz lˈʊk ɪz dˈɑːɹk ænd θɹˈɛʔn̩ɪŋ," hiː mˈʌɾɚd, "ɪt bˈoʊdz nˈoʊ ɡˈʊd fɔːɹ ðˌɛm ðæt bᵻlˈiːv, wˌɛn æt nˈaɪt ænd æt mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ænd ˈɔːlsoʊ æt mˌɪddˈeɪ ðoʊz ðæt hˈeɪt ˌʌs ɡˈæðɚ ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɪn sˈiːkɹᵻt kˈɑːŋkleɪv. ðɛɹbˈiː mˈɪstʃɪfs bɹˈuːɪŋ, aɪ fˈɪɹ mˌiː; ɐ dˈɑːɹk klˈaʊd wˌɪtʃ wɪl bɹˈeɪk ˈɛɹ lˈɔŋ ænd bɹˈɪŋ swˈɪft dᵻstɹˈʌkʃən əpˌɑːn ðə tʃˈɜːtʃ ʌnlˈɛs ðə lˈɔːɹd sˈɛnd hˈɛlp, ænd ðæt ɹˈaɪt spˈiːdili."