text_original: "How is it," he said slowly, his eyes lingering with manifest satisfaction upon the crimson marks of the scourging, "that he who delivered fhee from the prison house, was not able also to deliver thee from the hands of them that beat thee?"
text_transcription: HOW IS IT HE SAID SLOWLY HIS EYES LINGERING WITH MANIFEST SATISFACTION UPON THE CRIMSON MARKS OF THE SCOURGING THAT HE WHO DELIVERED THEE FROM THE PRISON HOUSE WAS NOT ABLE ALSO TO DELIVER THEE FROM THE HANDS OF THEM THAT BEAT THEE
phonemes: "hˈaʊ ɪz ɪt," hiː sˈɛd slˈoʊli, hɪz ˈaɪz lˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ wɪð mˈænɪfˌɛst sˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən əpˌɑːn ðə kɹˈɪmsən mˈɑːɹks ʌvðə skˈaʊɚdʒɪŋ, "ðæt hiː hˌuː dᵻlˈɪvɚd ˈɛfhˈiː fɹʌmðə pɹˈɪzən hˈaʊs, wʌz nˌɑːt ˈeɪbəl ˈɔːlsoʊ tə dᵻlˈɪvɚ ðiː fɹʌmðə hˈændz ʌv ðˌɛm ðæt bˈiːt ðˈiː?"