text_original: There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick—on account of the dampness of the catacombs. I hastened to make an end of my labor. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up.
text_transcription: THERE CAME FORTH IN RETURN ONLY A JINGLING OF THE BELLS MY HEART GREW SICK ON ACCOUNT OF THE DAMPNESS OF THE CATACOMBS I HASTENED TO MAKE AN END OF MY LABOR I FORCED THE LAST STONE INTO ITS POSITION I PLASTERED IT UP
phonemes: ðɛɹ kˈeɪm fˈɔːɹθ ɪn ɹᵻtˈɜːn ˈoʊnli ɐ dʒˈɪŋɡəlɪŋ ʌvðə bˈɛlz. maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɡɹˈuː sˈɪk—ˌɔn ɐkˈaʊnt ʌvðə dˈæmpnəs ʌvðə kˈæɾɐkˌoʊmz. aɪ hˈeɪsənd tə mˌeɪk ɐn ˈɛnd ʌv maɪ lˈeɪbɚ. aɪ fˈɔːɹst ðə lˈæst stˈoʊn ˌɪntʊ ɪts pəzˈɪʃən; aɪ plˈæstɚd ɪɾ ˈʌp.