text_original: I am about to sacrifice to it my blood, perhaps my honor ; but I feel that I shall die without regret or remorse. Do not be surprised at my words, judges ; there are mysteries in the soul and in the destiny of man which men cannot penetrate, and which are judged in heaven alone.
text_transcription: I AM ABOUT TO SACRIFICE TO IT MY BLOOD PERHAPS MY HONOR BUT I FEEL THAT I SHALL DIE WITHOUT REGRET OR REMORSE DO NOT BE SURPRISED AT MY WORDS JUDGES THERE ARE MYSTERIES IN THE SOUL AND IN THE DESTINY OF MAN WHICH MEN CANNOT PENETRATE AND WHICH ARE JUDGED IN HEAVEN ALONE
phonemes: aɪɐm ɐbˌaʊt tə sˈækɹᵻfˌaɪs tʊ ɪt maɪ blˈʌd, pɚhˈæps maɪ ˈɑːnɚ ; bˌʌt aɪ fˈiːl ðæt aɪʃˌɐl dˈaɪ wɪðˌaʊt ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt ɔːɹ ɹᵻmˈɔːɹs. duːnˌɑːt biː sɚpɹˈaɪzd æt maɪ wˈɜːdz, dʒˈʌdʒᵻz ; ðɛɹˌɑːɹ mˈɪstɚɹiz ɪnðə sˈoʊl ænd ɪnðə dˈɛstɪni ʌv mˈæn wˌɪtʃ mˈɛn kænˈɑːt pˈɛnɪtɹˌeɪt, ænd wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ dʒˈʌdʒd ɪn hˈɛvən ɐlˈoʊn.