text_original: From the bright morning of his days he hath been plunged suddenly into the night of death. But behold, his blood crieth to me for vengeance out of the desert. Let us make haste!"
text_transcription: FROM THE BRIGHT MORNING OF HIS DAYS HE HATH PLUNGED SUDDENLY INTO THE NIGHT OF DEATH BUT BEHOLD HIS BLOOD CRIETH TO ME FOR VENGEANCE OUT OF THE DESERT LET US MAKE HASTE
phonemes: fɹʌmðə bɹˈaɪt mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ʌv hɪz dˈeɪz hiː hæθ bˌɪn plˈʌndʒd sˈʌdənli ˌɪntʊ ðə nˈaɪt ʌv dˈɛθ. bˌʌt bᵻhˈoʊld, hɪz blˈʌd kɹˈaɪəθ tə mˌiː fɔːɹ vˈɛndʒəns ˌaʊɾəv ðə dˈɛzɚt. lˈɛt ˌʌs mˌeɪk hˈeɪst!"