text_original: There were rough roads to travel and steep hills to climb. Their feet grew so weary they could scarcely walk, and at last Naomi said: "Go, return each to your father's house. The Lord deal kindly with you as you have dealt with me. The Lord grant you that you may find rest."
text_transcription: THERE WERE ROUGH ROADS TO TRAVEL AND STEEP HILLS TO CLIMB THEIR FEET GREW SO WEARY THEY COULD SCARCELY WALK AND AT LAST NAOMI SAID GO RETURN EACH TO YOUR FATHER'S HOUSE THE LORD DEAL KINDLY WITH YOU AS YOU HAVE DEALT WITH ME THE LORD GRANT YOU THAT YOU MAY FIND REST
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌɜː ɹˈʌf ɹˈoʊdz tə tɹˈævəl ænd stˈiːp hˈɪlz tə klˈaɪm. ðɛɹ fˈiːt ɡɹˈuː sˌoʊ wˈɪɹi ðeɪ kʊd skˈɛɹsli wˈɔːk, ænd æt lˈæst neɪˈoʊmi sˈɛd: "ɡˈoʊ, ɹᵻtˈɜːn ˈiːtʃ tə jʊɹ fˈɑːðɚz hˈaʊs. ðə lˈɔːɹd dˈiːl kˈaɪndli wɪð juː æz juː hæv dˈɛlt wɪð mˌiː. ðə lˈɔːɹd ɡɹˈænt juː ðæt juː mˈeɪ fˈaɪnd ɹˈɛst."