text_original: Oh, cruel men, from our own wings you drew The plume that winged the shaft that slew; But mock us not, you heartless race, You too will some time take our place; For half at least of Japhet's brothers Forge swords and knives to slay the others."
text_transcription: O CRUEL MAN FROM OUR OWN WINGS YOU DREW THE PLUME THAT WINGED THE SHAFT THAT SLEW BUT MOCK US NOT YOU HEARTLESS RAYS YOU TOO WILL SOME TIME TAKE OUR PLACE FOR HALF AT LEAST OF JAPHET'S BROTHERS FORGED SWORDS AND KNIVES TO SLAY THE OTHERS
phonemes: ˈoʊ, kɹˈuːəl mˈɛn, fɹʌm ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn wˈɪŋz juː dɹˈuː ðə plˈuːm ðæt wˈɪŋd ðə ʃˈæft ðæt slˈuː; bˌʌt mˈɑːk ˌʌs nˈɑːt, juː hˈɑːɹtləs ɹˈeɪs, juː tˈuː wɪl sˌʌm tˈaɪm tˈeɪk ˌaʊɚ plˈeɪs; fɔːɹ hˈæf æt lˈiːst ʌv dʒˈæfɪts bɹˈʌðɚz fˈɔːɹdʒ sˈɔːɹdz ænd nˈaɪvz tə slˈeɪ ðɪ ˈʌðɚz."