text_original: _ God pity me though, if I miss'd The telling, how along her wrist The veins creep, dying languidly _Beata mea Domina!
text_transcription: GOD PITY ME THOUGH IF I MISS THE TELLING HOW ALONG HER WRISTS THE VEINS CREEP DYING LANGUIDLY BEATA MAIA DORMINA
phonemes: ɡˈɑːd pˈɪɾi mˌiː ðˌoʊ, ɪf aɪ mˈɪsd ðə tˈɛlɪŋ, hˌaʊ ɐlˈɔŋ hɜː ɹˈɪst ðə vˈeɪnz kɹˈiːp, dˈaɪɪŋ lˈæŋɡwɪdli bˈiːɾə mˈiː dˈɑːmɪnə!