text_original: Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors, for the King of glory shall come in.'" And the choir chanting, replied: "Who is the King of glory? The Lord of hosts  He is the King of glory."
text_transcription: LIFT UP YOUR HEADS SO YE YATES AND BE LIFTED UP YE EVERLAST INDOORS FOR THE KING OF GLORY SHALL COME IN AND THE CHOIR CHANTING REPLIED WHO IS THE KING OF GLORY THE LORD OF HOST HE IS THE KING OF GLORY
phonemes: lˈɪft ˌʌp jʊɹ hˈɛdz, ˈoʊ jiː ɡˈeɪts, ænd biː jiː lˈɪftᵻd ˈʌp, jiː ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ dˈɔːɹz, fɚðə kˈɪŋ ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi ʃˌæl kˈʌm ˈɪn." ænd ðə kwˈaɪɚ tʃˈæntɪŋ, ɹᵻplˈaɪd: "hˌuː ɪz ðə kˈɪŋ ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi? ðə lˈɔːɹd ʌv hˈoʊsts hiː ɪz ðə kˈɪŋ ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi."