text_original: "Shorn of our powers as we be, what indeed? But shall we then sit quietly down and allow these men to snatch from us the little that remains?" Annas arose from his place as he spoke and opening a small receptacle of carved ivory, removed from it a roll of parchment.
text_transcription: SHORN OF OUR POWERS AS WE BE WHAT INDEED BUT SHALL WE THEN SIT QUIETLY DOWN AND ALLOW THESE MEN TO SNATCH FROM US THE LITTLE THAT REMAINS ANNAS AROSE FROM HIS PLACE AS HE SPOKE AND OPENING A SMALL RECEPTACLE OF CARVED IVORY HE REMOVED FROM IT A ROLL OF PARCHMENT
phonemes: "ʃˈɔːɹn ʌv ˌaʊɚ pˈaʊɚz æz wiː bˈiː, wˌʌt ˌɪndˈiːd? bˌʌt ʃˌæl wiː ðˈɛn sˈɪt kwˈaɪətli dˌaʊn ænd ɐlˈaʊ ðiːz mˈɛn tə snˈætʃ fɹʌm ˌʌs ðə lˈɪɾəl ðæt ɹᵻmˈeɪnz?" ˈænəz ɚɹˈoʊz fɹʌm hɪz plˈeɪs æz hiː spˈoʊk ænd ˈoʊpənɪŋ ɐ smˈɔːl ɹᵻsˈɛptəkəl ʌv kˈɑːɹvd ˈaɪvɚɹi, ɹᵻmˈuːvd fɹʌm ɪɾ ɐ ɹˈoʊl ʌv pˈɑːɹtʃmənt.