text_original: In his red day our scruples are as straw: The nations gather at his word, and draw His chariot, refulgent as the sun.
text_transcription: IN HIS RED DAY OUR SCRUPLES ARE AS STRAW THE NATIONS GATHER AT HIS WORD AND DRAW HIS CHARIOT REFULGENT AS THE SUN
phonemes: ɪn hɪz ɹˈɛd dˈeɪ ˌaʊɚ skɹˈuːpəlz ɑːɹ æz stɹˈɔː: ðə nˈeɪʃənz ɡˈæðɚɹ æt hɪz wˈɜːd, ænd dɹˈɔː hɪz tʃˈæɹiət, ɹᵻfˈʌldʒənt æz ðə sˈʌn.