text_original: What though hallowed by Death alone, Rest unbroken the sod doth yield; Peace is here, for His constant watch God doth set o'er the Potter's Field.
text_transcription: WHAT THOUGH HALLOWED BY DEATH ALONE RESTS UNBROKEN THE SOD DOTH YIELD PEACE IS HERE FOR HIS CONSTANT WATCH GOD DOTH SET OVER THE POTTER'S FIELD
phonemes: wˌʌt ðˌoʊ hˈæloʊd baɪ dˈɛθ ɐlˈoʊn, ɹˈɛst ʌnbɹˈoʊkən ðə sˈɑːd dʌθ jˈiːld; pˈiːs ɪz hˈɪɹ, fɔːɹ hɪz kˈɑːnstənt wˈɑːtʃ ɡˈɑːd dʌθ sˈɛt ˈɔːɹ ðə pˈɑːɾɚz fˈiːld.