text_original: But now ye are bidding _your_ God god speed With his lore upon dusty shelves; So wise ye are grown, ye have found no need For any god but yourselves.
text_transcription: BUT NOW YE ARE BIDDING YOUR GOD GOD SPEED WITH HIS LORE UPON DUSTY SHELVES SO WISE YE ARE GROWN YE HAVE FOUND NO NEED FOR ANY GOD BUT YOURSELVES
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈaʊ jiː ɑːɹ bˈɪdɪŋ jʊɹ ɡˈɑːd ɡˈɑːd spˈiːd wɪð hɪz lˈɔːɹ əpˌɑːn dˈʌsti ʃˈɛlvz; sˌoʊ wˈaɪz jiː ɑːɹ ɡɹˈoʊn, jiː hæv fˈaʊnd nˈoʊ nˈiːd fɔːɹ ˌɛni ɡˈɑːd bˌʌt jɔːɹsˈɛlvz.