text_original: Young was I and small of stature, When my mother left me orphaned; Dead, my father and my mother, Dead, my honored tribe of heroes; Shoes they left me that are icy, Stockings filled with frosts of ages, Let me on the freezing ice plains Fall to perish in the rushes; From the giddy heights of mountains Let me tumble to destruction. "O, thou wise and good Creator, Why my birth and what my service?
text_transcription: YOUNG WAS I AND SMALL OF STATURE WHEN MY MOTHER LEFT ME ORPHANED DEAD MY FATHER AND MY MOTHER DEAD MY HONOURED TRIBE OF HEROES SHOES THEY LEFT ME THAT ARE ICY STOCKINGS FILLED WITH FROSTS OF AGES LET ME ON THE FREEZING ICE PLAINS FALL TO PERISH IN THE RUSHES FROM THE GIDDY HEIGHTS OF MOUNTAINS LET ME TUMBLE TO DESTRUCTION O THOU WISE AND GOOD CREATOR WHY MY BIRTH AND WHAT MY SERVICE
phonemes: jˈʌŋ wʌz aɪ ænd smˈɔːl ʌv stˈætʃɚ, wˌɛn maɪ mˈʌðɚ lˈɛft mˌiː ˈɔːɹfənd; dˈɛd, maɪ fˈɑːðɚ ænd maɪ mˈʌðɚ, dˈɛd, maɪ ˈɑːnɚd tɹˈaɪb ʌv hˈiəɹoʊz; ʃˈuːz ðeɪ lˈɛft mˌiː ðæt ɑːɹ ˈaɪsi, stˈɑːkɪŋz fˈɪld wɪð fɹˈɔsts ʌv ˈeɪdʒᵻz, lˈɛt mˌiː ɔnðə fɹˈiːzɪŋ ˈaɪs plˈeɪnz fˈɔːl tə pˈɛɹɪʃ ɪnðə ɹˈʌʃᵻz; fɹʌmðə ɡˈɪdi hˈaɪts ʌv mˈaʊntɪnz lˈɛt mˌiː tˈʌmbəl tə dᵻstɹˈʌkʃən. "ˈoʊ, ðˈaʊ wˈaɪz ænd ɡˈʊd kɹiːˈeɪɾɚ, wˌaɪ maɪ bˈɜːθ ænd wʌt maɪ sˈɜːvɪs?