text_original: Indeed I was yearning to do so, so I went out for some silk, and then sat down to my labours. All the morning I felt light hearted and cheerful. Yet now my thoughts are once more dark and sad  once more my heart is ready to sink. Ah, what is going to become of me? What will be my fate?
text_transcription: INDEED I WAS YEARNING TO DO SO SO I WENT OUT FOR SOME SILK AND THEN SAT DOWN TO MY LABOURS ALL THE MORNING I FELT LIGHT HEARTED AND CHEERFUL YET NOW MY THOUGHTS ARE ONCE MORE DARK AND SAD ONCE MORE MY HEART IS READY TO SINK AH WHAT IS GOING TO BECOME OF ME WHAT WILL BE MY FATE
phonemes: ˌɪndˈiːd aɪ wʌz jˈɜːnɪŋ tə dˈuː soʊ, sˌoʊ aɪ wɛnt ˈaʊt fɔːɹ sˌʌm sˈɪlk, ænd ðˈɛn sˈæt dˌaʊn tə maɪ lˈeɪbɚz. ˈɔːl ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ aɪ fˈɛlt lˈaɪt hˈɑːɹɾᵻd ænd tʃˈɪɹfəl. jˈɛt nˈaʊ maɪ θˈɔːts ɑːɹ wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ dˈɑːɹk ænd sˈæd wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz ɹˈɛdi tə sˈɪŋk. ˈɑː, wˌʌt ɪz ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə bɪkˈʌm ʌv mˌiː? wˌʌt wɪl biː maɪ fˈeɪt?