text_original: 41 Your reverence waste* his breath, Gx> ask your other brother, the bishop of Scalhok. in Iceland, to defend me. By Ingulf * it is a strange thing that two bishops should protect me, — one in my cradle, the other at my tomb.
text_transcription: HERE REVERENCE WASTES HIS BREATH GO ASK YOUR OTHER BROTHER THE BISHOP OF SCALHOLD IN ICELAND TO DEFEND ME BY INGOLF IT IS A STRANGE THING THAT TWO BISHOPS SHOULD PROTECT ME ONE IN MY CRADLE THE OTHER AND MY TOMB
phonemes: fˈɔːɹɾi wˈʌn jʊɹ ɹˈɛvɚɹəns wˈeɪst ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk hɪz bɹˈɛθ, dʒˌiːˈɛks ˈæsk jʊɹ ˈʌðɚ bɹˈʌðɚ, ðə bˈɪʃəp ʌv skˈælhɑːk. ɪn ˈaɪslənd, tə dᵻfˈɛnd mˌiː. baɪ ɪŋɡˈʌlf ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɪɾ ɪz ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ θˈɪŋ ðæt tˈuː bˈɪʃəps ʃˌʊd pɹətˈɛkt mˌiː, — wˈʌn ɪn maɪ kɹˈeɪdəl, ðɪ ˈʌðɚɹ æt maɪ tˈuːm.