text_original: Even they that seek the breast in darkness, hushing the voices that were aforetime. 48. The wind cometh, the dust is troubled for a season, but hath rest when the wind departeth.
text_transcription: EVEN THEY THAT SEEK THE BREAST IN DARKNESS HUSHING THE VOICES THAT WERE FORETIME FORTY EIGHT THE WIND COMETH THE DUST IS TROUBLED FOR A SEASON BUT HATH REST WHEN THE WIND DEPARTETH
phonemes: ˈiːvən ðeɪ ðæt sˈiːk ðə bɹˈɛst ɪn dˈɑːɹknəs, hˈʌʃɪŋ ðə vˈɔɪsᵻz ðæt wɜːɹ ɐfˈɔːɹtaɪm. fˈɔːɹɾi ˈeɪt. ðə wˈɪnd kˈʌməθ, ðə dˈʌst ɪz tɹˈʌbəld fɚɹə sˈiːzən, bˌʌt hæθ ɹˈɛst wɛn ðə wˈɪnd dᵻpˈɑːɹɾəθ.