text_original: And Ruth ran up to Boaz, crying: "I pray you, let me glean and gather after the reapers among the sheaves." And Boaz, who was good and kind, said to Ruth: "Hearest thou not, my daughter? Go not to glean in any other field, but abide here."
text_transcription: AND RUTH RAN UP TO BOAZ CRYING I PRAY YOU LET ME GLEAN AND GATHER AFTER THE REAPERS AMONG THE SHEAVES AND BOAZ WHO WAS GOOD AND KIND SAID TO RUTH HEAREST THOU NOT MY DAUGHTER GO NOT TO GLEAN IN ANY OTHER FIELD BUT ABIDE HERE
phonemes: ænd ɹˈuːθ ɹˈæn ˌʌp tə bˈoʊz, kɹˈaɪɪŋ: "aɪ pɹˈeɪ juː, lˈɛt mˌiː ɡlˈiːn ænd ɡˈæðɚɹ ˈæftɚ ðə ɹˈiːpɚz ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ʃˈiːvz." ænd bˈoʊz, hˌuː wʌz ɡˈʊd ænd kˈaɪnd, sˈɛd tə ɹˈuːθ: "hˈɪɹɪst ðˈaʊ nˈɑːt, maɪ dˈɔːɾɚ? ɡˌoʊ nˌɑːt tə ɡlˈiːn ɪn ˌɛni ˈʌðɚ fˈiːld, bˌʌt ɐbˈaɪd hˈɪɹ."