text_original: On this the son lay down and was sick unto death, and for seven years he lay there, and no physician could heal him. When the father perceived that all hope was over, with a heavy heart he said to him, "Go thither, and try your luck, for I know no other means of curing you."
text_transcription: ON THIS THE SON LAY DOWN AND WAS SICK UNTO DEATH AND FOR SEVEN YEARS HE LAY THERE AND NO PHYSICIAN COULD HEAL HIM WHEN THE FATHER PERCEIVED THAT ALL HOPE WAS OVER WITH A HEAVY HEART HE SAID TO HIM GO THITHER AND TRY YOUR LUCK FOR I KNOW NO OTHER MEANS OF CURING YOU
phonemes: ˌɔn ðɪs ðə sˈʌn lˈeɪ dˌaʊn ænd wʌz sˈɪk ˌʌntʊ dˈɛθ, ænd fɔːɹ sˈɛvən jˈɪɹz hiː lˈeɪ ðˈɛɹ, ænd nˈoʊ fɪzˈɪʃən kʊd hˈiːl hˌɪm. wˌɛn ðə fˈɑːðɚ pɚsˈiːvd ðæt ˈɔːl hˈoʊp wʌz ˈoʊvɚ, wɪð ɐ hˈɛvi hˈɑːɹt hiː sˈɛd tə hˌɪm, "ɡˌoʊ ðˈɪðɚ, ænd tɹˈaɪ jʊɹ lˈʌk, fɔːɹ aɪ nˈoʊ nˈoʊ ˈʌðɚ mˈiːnz ʌv kjˈʊɹɹɪŋ juː."