text_original: On our right, behind the rocks at the edge of the road, lies the salt marsh of Sciold, which undoubtedly communi  cates with the sea by some subterranean passage ; for the sea lobworm is caught there, that strange fish, which, as your servant and guide discovered, eats sand.
text_transcription: ON OUR RIGHT BEHIND THE ROCKS AT THE EDGE OF THE ROAD LIES THE SALT MARCH OF SHORT WHICH UNDOUBTEDLY COMMUNICATES WITH THE SEA BY SOME SUBTERRANEAN PASSAGE FOR THE SEA LOB WORM IS CAUGHT THERE THAT STRANGE FISH WHICH AS YOUR SERVANT AND GUIDE DISCOVERED EATS SAND
phonemes: ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ ɹˈaɪt, bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə ɹˈɑːks æt ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə ɹˈoʊd, lˈaɪz ðə sˈɔlt mˈɑːɹʃ ʌv sˈaɪoʊld, wˌɪtʃ ʌndˈaʊɾᵻdli kəmjˈuːni kˈeɪts wɪððə sˈiː baɪ sˌʌm sˌʌbtɪɹˈeɪniən pˈæsɪdʒ ; fɚðə sˈiː lˈɑːbwɜːm ɪz kˈɔːt ðˈɛɹ, ðæt stɹˈeɪndʒ fˈɪʃ, wˈɪtʃ, æz jʊɹ sˈɜːvənt ænd ɡˈaɪd dɪskˈʌvɚd, ˈiːts sˈænd.