text_original: Now it so befell that the King became ill, and the physician was summoned, and was to say if recovery were possible. But when he came to the bed, Death was standing by the feet of the sick man, and the herb did not grow which could save him.
text_transcription: NOW IT SO BEFELL THAT THE KING BECAME ILL AND THE PHYSICIAN WAS SUMMONED AND WAS TO SAY IF RECOVERY WERE POSSIBLE BUT WHEN HE CAME TO THE BED DEATH WAS STANDING BY THE FEET OF THE SICK MAN AND THE HERB DID NOT GROW WHICH COULD SAVE HIM
phonemes: nˈaʊ ɪt sˌoʊ bᵻfˈɛl ðætðə kˈɪŋ bɪkˌeɪm ˈɪl, ænd ðə fɪzˈɪʃən wʌz sˈʌmənd, ænd wʌz tə sˈeɪ ɪf ɹᵻkˈʌvɚɹi wɜː pˈɑːsᵻbəl. bˌʌt wɛn hiː kˈeɪm tə ðə bˈɛd, dˈɛθ wʌz stˈændɪŋ baɪ ðə fˈiːt ʌvðə sˈɪk mˈæn, ænd ðɪ ˈɜːb dɪdnˌɑːt ɡɹˈoʊ wˌɪtʃ kʊd sˈeɪv hˌɪm.