text_original: Alas ! the most saintly may err. I lost my way on the road from Skongen to Throndhjem, and could find no guide through the darkness, no shelter from the HANS OF ICELAND. 143 storm. This reverend brother, whom I encountered, being like myself far from home, deigned to allow me to accom  pany him hither.
text_transcription: ALAS THE MOST SAINTLY MAY ERR I LOST MY WAY ON THE ROAD FROM SCOLD TO TRONTHEIM AND COULD FIND NO GUIDE THROUGH THE DARKNESS NO SHELTER FROM THE STORM THIS REVEREND BROTHER WHOM I ENCOUNTERED BEING LIKE MYSELF FAR FROM HOME DEIGNED TO ALLOW ME TO ACCOMPANY HIM HITHER
phonemes: ɐlˈæs ! ðə mˈoʊst sˈeɪntli mˈeɪ ˈɛɹ. aɪ lˈɔst maɪ wˈeɪ ɔnðə ɹˈoʊd fɹʌm skˈɑːndʒən tə θɹˈɑːnddʒəm, ænd kʊd fˈaɪnd nˈoʊ ɡˈaɪd θɹuː ðə dˈɑːɹknəs, nˈoʊ ʃˈɛltɚ fɹʌmðə hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi θɹˈiː stˈɔːɹm. ðɪs ɹˈɛvɚɹˌɛnd bɹˈʌðɚ, hˈuːm aɪ ɛŋkˈaʊntɚd, bˌiːɪŋ lˈaɪk maɪsˈɛlf fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm hˈoʊm, dˈeɪnd tʊ ɐlˈaʊ mˌiː tʊ ɐkˈɑːm pˈeɪni hˌɪm hˈɪðɚ.