text_original: Then thought I, — Jesus, Lorde, When thou shalt judge us all, Harde is it to recorde On these men what will fall. Yet, Lorde, I thee desire, For that thev doe to me, Let them not taste the hire Of their iniquitie.
text_transcription: THEN THOUGHT I JESUS LORD WHEN THOU SHALT JUDGE US ALL HARD IS IT TO RECORD ON THESE MEN WHAT WILL FALL YET LORD I THEE DESIRE FOR THAT THEY DO TO ME LET THEM NOT TASTE THE HIGHER OF THEIR INIQUITY AND OF POEM THIS RECORDING IS IN THE
phonemes: ðˈɛn θˈɔːt ˈaɪ, — dʒˈiːzəs, lˈɔːɹd, wˌɛn ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt dʒˈʌdʒ ˌʌs ˈɔːl, hˈɑːɹd ɪz ɪt tə ɹᵻkˈɔːɹd ˌɔn ðiːz mˈɛn wʌt wɪl fˈɔːl. jˈɛt, lˈɔːɹd, aɪ ðiː dɪzˈaɪɚ, fɔːɹ ðæt θˈɛv dˈoʊ tə mˌiː, lˈɛt ðˌɛm nˌɑːt tˈeɪst ðə hˈaɪɚɹ ʌv ðɛɹ ɪnˈɪkwɪɾi.