text_original: VII If a soul for but seven days were cast out of heaven and its mirth, They would seem to her fears like as seventy years upon earth.
text_transcription: VEN IF A SOUL FOR BUT SEVEN DAYS WERE CAST OUT OF HEAVEN AND ITS MIRTH THEY WOULD SEEM TO HER FEARS LIKE AS SEVENTY YEARS UPON EARTH
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən sˈɛvən ɪf ɐ sˈoʊl fɔːɹ bˌʌt sˈɛvən dˈeɪz wɜː kˈæst ˌaʊɾəv hˈɛvən ænd ɪts mˈɜːθ, ðeɪ wʊd sˈiːm tə hɜː fˈɪɹz lˈaɪk æz sˈɛvənti jˈɪɹz əpˌɑːn ˈɜːθ.