text_original: Through all the clamor of the wailing sounded the clashing of weapons and the neighing of horses, as the men with set teeth and lowering brows made ready for the pursuit of their enemy. Within the hour they departed, a hundred strong, the swift hoofs of their horses casting up the dust of the desert behind them, as they vanished, a war cloud big with storm, into the night.
text_transcription: THROUGH ALL THE CLAMOUR OF THE WAILING SOUNDED THE CLASHING OF WEAPONS AND THE NEIGHING OF HORSES AS THE MEN WITH SET TEETH AND LOWERING BROWS MADE READY FOR THE PURSUIT OF THEIR ENEMY WITHIN THE HOUR THEY DEPARTED A HUNDRED STRONG THE SWIFT HOOFS OF THEIR HORSES CASTING UP THE DUST OF THE DESERT BEHIND THEM AS THEY VANISHED A WAR CLOUD BIG WITH STORM INTO THE NIGHT
phonemes: θɹuː ˈɔːl ðə klˈæmɚɹ ʌvðə wˈeɪlɪŋ sˈaʊndᵻd ðə klˈæʃɪŋ ʌv wˈɛpənz ænd ðə nˈeɪɪŋ ʌv hˈɔːɹsᵻz, æz ðə mˈɛn wɪð sˈɛt tˈiːθ ænd lˈoʊɚɹɪŋ bɹˈaʊz mˌeɪd ɹˈɛdi fɚðə pɚsˈuːt ʌv ðɛɹ ˈɛnəmi. wɪðˌɪn ðɪ ˈaʊɚ ðeɪ dᵻpˈɑːɹɾᵻd, ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd stɹˈɔŋ, ðə swˈɪft hˈuːfs ʌv ðɛɹ hˈɔːɹsᵻz kˈæstɪŋ ˌʌp ðə dˈʌst ʌvðə dˈɛzɚt bᵻhˈaɪnd ðˌɛm, æz ðeɪ vˈænɪʃt, ɐ wˈɔːɹ klˈaʊd bˈɪɡ wɪð stˈɔːɹm, ˌɪntʊ ðə nˈaɪt.