text_original: Jove, with much gentleness, Like a mild master, pities his distress. It is agreed that Providence is kind, And knows far better than a human mind What's good for us, and calmly bids us do it: We seldom see our way till we are through it.
text_transcription: JOVE WITH MUCH GENTLENESS LIKE A MILD MASTER PITIES HIS DISTRESS IT IS AGREED THAT PROVIDENCE IS KIND AND KNOWS FAR BETTER THAN A HUMAN MIND WHAT'S GOOD FOR US AND CALMLY BIDS US DO IT WE SELDOM SEE OUR WAY TILL WE ARE THROUGH IT
phonemes: dʒˈoʊv, wɪð mˈʌtʃ dʒˈɛntəlnəs, lˈaɪk ɐ mˈaɪld mˈæstɚ, pˈɪɾiz hɪz dɪstɹˈɛs. ɪɾ ɪz ɐɡɹˈiːd ðæt pɹˈɑːvɪdəns ɪz kˈaɪnd, ænd nˈoʊz fˈɑːɹ bˈɛɾɚ ðˌænə hjˈuːmən mˈaɪnd wʌts ɡˈʊd fɔːɹ ˌʌs, ænd kˈɑːmli bˈɪdz ˌʌs dˈuː ɪt: wiː sˈɛldəm sˈiː ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪ tˈɪl wiː ɑːɹ θɹˈuː ɪt.