text_original: Enter, I pray thee, Caleb. What is it that hath befallen?" "A great tumult, my good lords," said the man, bowing himself reverently before them. "The men have wrought many wonderful cures upon the halt, the maimed, and the blind; the whole city is at the doors to see them.
text_transcription: ENTER I PRAY THEE CALEB WHAT IS IT THAT HATH BEFALLEN A GREAT TUMULT MY GOOD LORD SAID THE MAN BOWING HIMSELF REVERENTLY BEFORE THEM THE MEN HAVE BROUGHT MANY WONDERFUL CURES UPON THE HALT THE MAIMED AND THE BLIND THE WHOLE CITY IS AT THE DOORS TO SEE THEM
phonemes: ˈɛntɚ, aɪ pɹˈeɪ ðˈiː, kˈælɛb. wˌʌt ɪz ɪt ðæt hæθ bᵻfˈɔːlən?" "ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt tˈuːmʌlt, maɪ ɡˈʊd lˈɔːɹdz," sˈɛd ðə mˈæn, bˈaʊɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ɹˈɛvɚɹəntli bᵻfˈɔːɹ ðˌɛm. "ðə mˈɛn hæv ɹˈɔːt mˈɛni wˈʌndɚfəl kjˈʊɹz əpˌɑːn ðə hˈɔlt, ðə mˈeɪmd, ænd ðə blˈaɪnd; ðə hˈoʊl sˈɪɾi ɪz æt ðə dˈɔːɹz tə sˈiː ðˌɛm.