text_original: It was a keen, clear morning when she went away. A brisk wind was blowing; the brown leaves fled before it, as the hosts of the Amorites before the sword of Joshua. In dire confusion they hurried along over soft turf and stony ground.
text_transcription: IT WAS A KEEN CLEAR MORNING WHEN SHE WENT AWAY A BRISK WIND WAS BLOWING THE BROWN LEAVES FLED BEFORE IT AS THE HOSTS OF THE AMMONITES BEFORE THE SWORD OF JOSHUA IN DIRE CONFUSION THEY HURRIED ALONG OVER SOFT TURF AND STONY GROUND
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ kˈiːn, klˈɪɹ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wɛn ʃiː wɛnt ɐwˈeɪ. ɐ bɹˈɪsk wˈɪnd wʌz blˈoʊɪŋ; ðə bɹˈaʊn lˈiːvz flˈɛd bᵻfˈɔːɹ ɪt, æz ðə hˈoʊsts ʌvðɪ ˈæmɔːɹˌaɪts bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə sˈɔːɹd ʌv dʒˈɑːʃjuːə. ɪn dˈaɪɚ kənfjˈuːʒən ðeɪ hˈɜːɹid ɐlˈɔŋ ˌoʊvɚ sˈɔft tˈɜːf ænd stˈoʊni ɡɹˈaʊnd.