text_original: "Alas! Alas!" cried the mother of the dead man. "Alas for my son! He was straight and comely as a palm tree, beautiful also, and pleasant in his speech. Woe! Woe! He will no more open his mouth with kindness, nor will his lips break forth with singing."
text_transcription: ALAS ALAS CRIED THE MOTHER OF THE DEAD MAN ALAS FOR MY SON HE WAS STRAIGHT AND COMELY AS A PALM TREE BEAUTIFUL ALSO AND PLEASANT IN HIS SPEECH WOE WOE HE WILL NO MORE OPEN HIS MOUTH WITH KINDNESS NOR WITH HIS LIPS BREAK FORTH WITH SINGING
phonemes: "ɐlˈæs! ɐlˈæs!" kɹˈaɪd ðə mˈʌðɚɹ ʌvðə dˈɛd mˈæn. "ɐlˈæs fɔːɹ maɪ sˈʌn! hiː wʌz stɹˈeɪt ænd kˈʌmli æz ɐ pˈɑːm tɹˈiː, bjˈuːɾifəl ˈɔːlsoʊ, ænd plˈɛzənt ɪn hɪz spˈiːtʃ. wˈoʊ! wˈoʊ! hiː wɪl nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ˈoʊpən hɪz mˈaʊθ wɪð kˈaɪndnəs, nˈɔːɹ wɪl hɪz lˈɪps bɹˈeɪk fˈɔːɹθ wɪð sˈɪŋɪŋ."