text_original: But on the evening of the third day a wicked spirit, Lempo, caught his hatchet as he raised it up, and turned it as it fell, so that it hit a rock and broke in fragments, and one of the pieces flew into the magician's knee, and cut it, so that the blood poured out.
text_transcription: BUT ON THE EVENING OF THE THIRD DAY A WICKED SPIRIT LAMPO CAUGHT HIS HATCHET AS HE RAISED IT UP AND TURNED IT AS IT FELL SO THAT IT HIT A ROCK AND BROKE IN FRAGMENTS AND ONE OF THE PIECES FLEW INTO THE MAGICIAN'S KNEE AND CUT IT SO THAT THE BLOOD POURED OUT
phonemes: bˌʌt ɔnðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ ʌvðə θˈɜːd dˈeɪ ɐ wˈɪkᵻd spˈɪɹɪt, lˈɛmpoʊ, kˈɔːt hɪz hˈætʃɪt æz hiː ɹˈeɪzd ɪɾ ˈʌp, ænd tˈɜːnd ɪɾ æz ɪt fˈɛl, sˌoʊ ðˌɐɾɪt hˈɪt ɐ ɹˈɑːk ænd bɹˈoʊk ɪn fɹˈæɡmənts, ænd wˈʌn ʌvðə pˈiːsᵻz flˈuː ˌɪntʊ ðə mɐdʒˈɪʃənz nˈiː, ænd kˈʌt ɪt, sˌoʊ ðætðə blˈʌd pˈɔːɹd ˈaʊt.