text_original: "Go forth, my son," quoth Annas, rolling up his eyes, and spreading abroad his jewelled fingers, "and take with thee a High Priestly blessing, may it enable thee to prevail gloriously.
text_transcription: GO FORTH MY SON QUOTH ANNAS ROLLING UP HIS EYES AND SPREADING ABROAD HIS JEWELED FINGERS AND TAKE WITH THEE A HIGH PRIESTLY BLESSING MAY IT ENABLE THEE TO PREVAIL GLORIOUSLY
phonemes: "ɡˌoʊ fˈɔːɹθ, maɪ sˈʌn," kwˈoʊθ ˈænəz, ɹˈoʊlɪŋ ˌʌp hɪz ˈaɪz, ænd spɹˈɛdɪŋ ɐbɹˈɔːd hɪz dʒˈuːəld fˈɪŋɡɚz, "ænd tˈeɪk wɪð ðiː ɐ hˈaɪ pɹˈiːstli blˈɛsɪŋ, mˈeɪ ɪɾ ɛnˈeɪbəl ðiː tə pɹɪvˈeɪl ɡlˈɔːɹiəsli.