text_original: But as of old, when through the patient night, Fair losing or fair gaining, till the morn, Great Israel strove to break the angel's might, Till spent and failing, in his heavenly scorn, Th' immortal wrestler touched the earthly born, Striking him powerless, winning thus the fight.
text_transcription: BUT AS OF OLD WHEN THROUGH THE PATIENT NIGHT FAIR LOSING OR FAIR GAINING TILL THE MORN GREAT ISRAEL STROVE TO BREAK THE ANGEL'S MIGHT TILL SPENT AND FAILING IN HIS HEAVENLY SCORN THE IMMORTAL WRESTLER TOUCHED THE EARTHLY BOURN STRIKING HIM POWERLESS WINNING THUS TO FIGHT
phonemes: bˌʌt æz ʌv ˈoʊld, wˌɛn θɹuː ðə pˈeɪʃənt nˈaɪt, fˈɛɹ lˈuːzɪŋ ɔːɹ fˈɛɹ ɡˈeɪnɪŋ, tˈɪl ðə mˈɔːɹn, ɡɹˈeɪt ˈɪzɹiːəl stɹˈoʊv tə bɹˈeɪk ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz mˈaɪt, tˈɪl spˈɛnt ænd fˈeɪlɪŋ, ɪn hɪz hˈɛvənli skˈɔːɹn, tˌiːˈeɪtʃ ɪmˈɔːɹɾəl ɹˈɛslɚ tˈʌtʃt ðɪ ˈɜːθli bˈɔːɹn, stɹˈaɪkɪŋ hˌɪm pˈaʊɚləs, wˈɪnɪŋ ðˈʌs ðə fˈaɪt.