text_original: My brother will fill the goat skin with water, and we will depart." "Art thou not afraid of the vultures, little one?" asked Ben Hesed with a grave smile. "And how will the flint of the desert bruise those tender feet of thine now that thy beast is dead."
text_transcription: MY BROTHER WILL FILL THE GOAT SKIN WITH WATER AND WE WILL DEPART ART THOU NOT AFRAID OF THE VULTURES LITTLE ONE ASKED BEN HAS SAID WITH A GRAVE SMILE AND HOW WILL THE FLINT OF THE DESERT BRUISE THOSE TENDER FEET OF THINE NOW THAT THY BEAST IS DEAD
phonemes: maɪ bɹˈʌðɚ wɪl fˈɪl ðə ɡˈoʊt skˈɪn wɪð wˈɔːɾɚ, ænd wiː wɪl dᵻpˈɑːɹt." "ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ nˌɑːt ɐfɹˈeɪd ʌvðə vˈʌltʃɚz, lˈɪɾəl wˌʌn?" ˈæskt bˈɛn hˈiːzd wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv smˈaɪl. "ænd hˌaʊ wɪl ðə flˈɪnt ʌvðə dˈɛzɚt bɹˈuːz ðoʊz tˈɛndɚ fˈiːt ʌv ðaɪn nˈaʊ ðæt ðˌaɪ bˈiːst ɪz dˈɛd."