text_original: Who art thou that eternity should hold parley with thee, or the pits of the sky be thy fortress? 14. Thou abidest in My sight as the smoke of a sacrifice, or as the grey moth in the conspection of the stars.
text_transcription: WHO ART THOU THAT ETERNITY SHOULD HOLD PARLEY WITH THEE OR THE PITS OF THE SKY BE THY FORTRESS FOURTEEN THOU ABIDEST IN MY SIGHT AS THE SMOKE OF A SACRIFICE OR AS THE GRAY MOTH IN THE CONSPECTION OF THE STARS
phonemes: hˌuː ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ ðæt ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi ʃˌʊd hˈoʊld pˈɑːɹli wɪð ðˈiː, ɔːɹ ðə pˈɪts ʌvðə skˈaɪ biː ðˌaɪ fˈɔːɹtɹəs? fˈɔːɹtiːn. ðˈaʊ ɐbˈaɪdɪst ɪn maɪ sˈaɪt æz ðə smˈoʊk əvə sˈækɹᵻfˌaɪs, ɔːɹ æz ðə ɡɹˈeɪ mˈɑːθ ɪnðə kənspˈɛkʃən ʌvðə stˈɑːɹz.