text_original: _ God pity me though, if I miss'd The telling, how along her wrist The veins creep, dying languidly _Beata mea Domina!_ Inside her tender palm and thin. Now give me pardon, dear, wherein My voice is weak and vexes thee. _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 INSIDE HER TENDER PALM AND SIN NOW GIVE ME PARDON DEAR WHEREIN MY VOICE IS WEAK AND VEXES THEE PIATA MAIA DOMINA
phonemes: ɡˈɑːd pˈɪɾi mˌiː ðˌoʊ, ɪf aɪ mˈɪsd ðə tˈɛlɪŋ, hˌaʊ ɐlˈɔŋ hɜː ɹˈɪst ðə vˈeɪnz kɹˈiːp, dˈaɪɪŋ lˈæŋɡwɪdli bˈiːɾə mˈiː dˈɑːmɪnə!ɪnsˈaɪd hɜː tˈɛndɚ pˈɑːm ænd θˈɪn. nˈaʊ ɡˈɪv mˌiː pˈɑːɹdən, dˈɪɹ, wˈɛɹɪn maɪ vˈɔɪs ɪz wˈiːk ænd vˈɛksᵻz ðˈiː. bˈiːɾə mˈiː dˈɑːmɪnə!