text_original: " " No," said the trembling soul. He bent his head. " Wait thou until I bear thy plea on high ; The angel there who judges quick and dead Shall weigh thee in his scales, and rightfully Decide thy final place and doom," he said.
text_transcription: NO SAID THE TREMBLING SOUL HE BENT HIS HEAD WAIT THOU UNTIL I BEAR THY PEA ON HIGH THE ANGEL THERE WHO JUDGES QUICK AND DEAD SHALL WE THEE IN HIS SCALES AND RIGHTFULLY DECIDE THY FINAL PLACE AND DOOM HE SAID
phonemes: " " nˈoʊ," sˈɛd ðə tɹˈɛmblɪŋ sˈoʊl. hiː bˈɛnt hɪz hˈɛd. " wˈeɪt ðˈaʊ ʌntˈɪl aɪ bˈɛɹ ðˌaɪ plˈiː ˌɔn hˈaɪ ; ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəl ðɛɹ hˌuː dʒˈʌdʒᵻz kwˈɪk ænd dˈɛd ʃˌæl wˈeɪ ðiː ɪn hɪz skˈeɪlz, ænd ɹˈaɪtfəli dᵻsˈaɪd ðˌaɪ fˈaɪnəl plˈeɪs ænd dˈuːm," hiː sˈɛd.