text_original: Seizing his hammer, he, with all his force, threw it at the giant's cheek, into which it buried itself up to the handle. Skrymir, awaking, put his hand to his cheek, and said   "Are there any birds perched on this tree? I thought some moss fell upon me.
text_transcription: SEIZING HIS HAMMER HE WITH ALL HIS FORCE THREW IT AT THE GIANT'S CHEEK INTO WHICH IT BURIED ITSELF UP TO THE HANDLE SCREAMIER AWAKING PUT HIS HAND TO HIS CHEEK AND SAID ARE THERE ANY BIRDS PERCHED ON THIS TREE I THOUGHT SOME MOSS FELL UPON ME
phonemes: sˈiːzɪŋ hɪz hˈæmɚ, hiː, wɪð ˈɔːl hɪz fˈɔːɹs, θɹˈuː ɪɾ æt ðə dʒˈaɪənts tʃˈiːk, ˌɪntʊ wˌɪtʃ ɪt bˈɛɹid ɪtsˈɛlf ˌʌp tə ðə hˈændəl. skɹˈaɪmɪɹ, ɐwˈeɪkɪŋ, pˌʊt hɪz hˈænd tə hɪz tʃˈiːk, ænd sˈɛd   "ɑːɹ ðɛɹ ˌɛni bˈɜːdz pˈɜːtʃt ˌɔn ðɪs tɹˈiː? aɪ θˈɔːt sˌʌm mˈɔs fˈɛl əpˌɑːn mˌiː.