text_original: In his hall, on his throne, so he sat, with the light of the fire on him full: Colored bright as the ring of red gold on his hand, fit to buffet a bull, Was the mane that grew down on his neck, was the beard he would pondering pull.
text_transcription: IN HIS HALL ON HIS THRONE SO HE SAT WITH THE LIGHT OF THE FIRE ON HIM FULL COLOURED BRIGHT AS THE RING OF RED GOLD ON HIS HAND FIT TO BUFFER THE BULL WAS THE MANE THAT GREW DOWN ON HIS NECK WAS THE BEARD HE WOULD PONDERING PULL
phonemes: ɪn hɪz hˈɔːl, ˌɔn hɪz θɹˈoʊn, sˌoʊ hiː sˈæt, wɪððə lˈaɪt ʌvðə fˈaɪɚɹ ˌɔn hˌɪm fˈʊl: kˈʌlɚd bɹˈaɪt æz ðə ɹˈɪŋ ʌv ɹˈɛd ɡˈoʊld ˌɔn hɪz hˈænd, fˈɪt tə bˈʌfɪt ɐ bˈʊl, wʌzðə mˈeɪn ðæt ɡɹˈuː dˌaʊn ˌɔn hɪz nˈɛk, wʌzðə bˈɪɹd hiː wʊd pˈɑːndɚɹɪŋ pˈʊl.