text_original: Wilt thou hold forth to Me thy heart in thy hand; or turn for Me its leaves that thou hast writ? 31. Thy wisdom profiteth thee nothing, neither the guards within thy citadels. 32. Shall I consider for long the mighty, or the habitations of the strong?
text_transcription: WILT THOU HOLD FORTH TO ME THY HEART IN THY HAND OR TURN FOR ME ITS LEAVES THAT THOU HAST WRIT THIRTY ONE THY WISDOM PROFITTETH THEE NOTHING NEITHER THE GODS WITHIN THY CITADELS THIRTY TWO SHALL I CONSIDER FOR LONG THE MIGHTY OR THE HABITATIONS OF THE STRONG
phonemes: wˈɪlt ðˈaʊ hˈoʊld fˈɔːɹθ tə mˌiː ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪn ðˌaɪ hˈænd; ɔːɹ tˈɜːn fɔːɹ mˌiː ɪts lˈiːvz ðæt ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst ɹˈɪt? θˈɜːɾi wˈʌn. ðˌaɪ wˈɪzdəm pɹˈɑːfaɪɾəθ ðiː nˈʌθɪŋ, nˈiːðɚ ðə ɡˈɑːɹdz wɪðˌɪn ðˌaɪ sˈɪɾədˌɛlz. θˈɜːɾi tˈuː. ʃˌæl aɪ kənsˈɪdɚ fɔːɹ lˈɔŋ ðə mˈaɪɾi, ɔːɹ ðə hˌæbɪtˈeɪʃənz ʌvðə stɹˈɔŋ?