text_original: On this day Ben Hesed sat alone in the door of his tent; the sun was sinking, a ball of scarlet behind the purple rim of the horizon; a group of camels, browsing on the scanty desert growths, showed black against its fiery glow, their shadows stretching long and gaunt across the sand.
text_transcription: ON THIS DAY BEN HAS SAID SAT ALONE IN THE DOOR OF HIS TENT THE SUN WAS SINKING A BALL OF SCARLET BEHIND THE PURPLE RIM OF THE HORIZON A GROUP OF CAMELS BROWSING ON THE SCANTY DESERT GROWTHS SHOWED BLACK AGAINST ITS FIERY GLOW THEIR SHADOWS STRETCHING LONG AND GAUNT ACROSS THE SAND
phonemes: ˌɔn ðɪs dˈeɪ bˈɛn hˈiːzd sˈæt ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðə dˈɔːɹ ʌv hɪz tˈɛnt; ðə sˈʌn wʌz sˈɪŋkɪŋ, ɐ bˈɔːl ʌv skˈɑːɹlɪt bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə pˈɜːpəl ɹˈɪm ʌvðə hɚɹˈaɪzən; ɐ ɡɹˈuːp ʌv kˈæməlz, bɹˈaʊzɪŋ ɔnðə skˈænti dˈɛzɚt ɡɹˈoʊθs, ʃˈoʊd blˈæk ɐɡˈɛnst ɪts fˈaɪɚɹi ɡlˈoʊ, ðɛɹ ʃˈædoʊz stɹˈɛtʃɪŋ lˈɔŋ ænd ɡˈɔːnt əkɹˌɑːs ðə sˈænd.