text_original: Next morning, however, when Hans got up and wanted to pay the landlord and travel further, behold his knapsack was gone! But he soon composed himself and thought, "Thou hast been unfortunate from no fault of thine own," and straightway went back again to hell, complained of his misfortune to the old Devil, and begged for his help.
text_transcription: NEXT MORNING HOWEVER WHEN HANS GOT UP AND WANTED TO PAY THE LANDLORD AND TRAVEL FURTHER BEHOLD HIS KNAPSACK WAS GONE BUT HE SOON COMPOSED HIMSELF AND THOUGHT THOU HAST BEEN UNFORTUNATE FROM NO FAULT OF THINE OWN AND STRAIGHTWAY WENT BACK AGAIN TO HELL COMPLAINED OF HIS MISFORTUNE TO THE OLD DEVIL AND BEGGED FOR HIS HELP
phonemes: nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, haʊˈɛvɚ, wˌɛn hˈænz ɡɑːt ˌʌp ænd wˈɔntᵻd tə pˈeɪ ðə lˈændlɔːɹd ænd tɹˈævəl fˈɜːðɚ, bᵻhˈoʊld hɪz nˈæpsæk wʌz ɡˈɔn! bˌʌt hiː sˈuːn kəmpˈoʊzd hɪmsˈɛlf ænd θˈɔːt, "ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst bˌɪn ʌnfˈɔːɹtʃənət fɹʌm nˈoʊ fˈɔlt ʌv ðaɪn ˈoʊn," ænd stɹˈeɪtweɪ wɛnt bˈæk ɐɡˈɛn tə hˈɛl, kəmplˈeɪnd ʌv hɪz mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn tə ðɪ ˈoʊld dˈɛvəl, ænd bˈɛɡd fɔːɹ hɪz hˈɛlp.