text_original: "But lying and deceit are hateful to my soul. Neither shall anything prosper that is accomplished thereby." The face of Annas hardened. "Thou speakest in riddles, friend," he said coldly. "Whom dost thou accuse of lying and deceit?"
text_transcription: BUT LYING AND DECEIT ARE HATEFUL TO MY SOUL NEITHER SHALL ANYTHING PROSPER THAT IS ACCOMPLISHED THEREBY THE FACE OF ANNAS HARDENED THOU SPEAKEST IN RIDDLES FRIEND HE SAID COLDLY WHOM DOST THOU ACCUSE OF LYING IN DECEIT
phonemes: "bˌʌt lˈaɪɪŋ ænd dᵻsˈiːt ɑːɹ hˈeɪtfəl tə maɪ sˈoʊl. nˈiːðɚ ʃˌæl ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ pɹˈɑːspɚ ðæt ɪz ɐkˈɑːmplɪʃt ðɛɹbˈaɪ." ðə fˈeɪs ʌv ˈænəz hˈɑːɹdənd. "ðˈaʊ spˈiːkɪst ɪn ɹˈɪdəlz, fɹˈɛnd," hiː sˈɛd kˈoʊldli. "hˈuːm dˈɑːst ðˈaʊ ɐkjˈuːz ʌv lˈaɪɪŋ ænd dᵻsˈiːt?"