text_original: "Should this call be ineffective, Ukko, God of love and mercy, First and last of the creators, From the east send forth a snow cloud, From the west despatch a second, Join their edges well together, Let there be no vacant places, Let these clouds bring snow and hoar frost, Lay the healing balm of Ukko On my burning, tortured tissues, Where wild Panu has been resting."
text_transcription: SHOULD THIS CALL BE INEFFECTIVE UKU GOD OF LOVE AND MERCY FIRST AND LAST OF THE CREATORS FROM THE EAST SENT FORTH A SNOW CLOUD FROM THE WEST DESPATCH A SECOND JOIN THEIR EDGES WELL TOGETHER LET THERE BE NO VACANT PLACES LET THESE CLOUDS BRING SNOW AND HOAR FROST LAY THE HEALING BALM OF UKO ON MY BURNING TORTURE TISSUES WHERE WHILE PANU HAS BEEN RESTING
phonemes: "ʃˌʊd ðɪs kˈɔːl biː ɪnɪfˈɛktɪv, ˈʌkoʊ, ɡˈɑːd ʌv lˈʌv ænd mˈɜːsi, fˈɜːst ænd lˈæst ʌvðə kɹiːˈeɪɾɚz, fɹʌmðɪ ˈiːst sˈɛnd fˈɔːɹθ ɐ snˈoʊ klˈaʊd, fɹʌmðə wˈɛst dᵻspˈætʃ ɐ sˈɛkənd, dʒˈɔɪn ðɛɹ ˈɛdʒᵻz wˈɛl təɡˈɛðɚ, lˈɛt ðɛɹbˈiː nˈoʊ vˈeɪkənt plˈeɪsᵻz, lˈɛt ðiːz klˈaʊdz bɹˈɪŋ snˈoʊ ænd hˈɔːɹ fɹˈɔst, lˈeɪ ðə hˈiːlɪŋ bˈɑːm ʌv ˈʌkoʊ ˌɔn maɪ bˈɜːnɪŋ, tˈɔːɹtʃɚd tˈɪʃuːz, wˌɛɹ wˈaɪld pˈɑːnuː hˈæzbiːn ɹˈɛstɪŋ."