text_original: They fester in their cities who have scarred The face of earth until her skeleton Is naked, and her breasts are dry and hard ; Say, shall ye tear the world's dishevelled robe And lay her ulcers open to the sun, Or murmur soft, " Thy will be done I " like Job
text_transcription: THEY FESTER IN THEIR CITIES WHO HAVE SCARRED THE FAITH OF EARTH UNTIL HER SKELETON IS NAKED AND HER BREASTS ARE DRY AND HARD SAY SHALL YE TEAR THE WORLD'S DISHEVELLED ROBE AND LAY HER ULCERS OPEN TO THE SUN OR MURMUR SOFT THY WILL BE DONE LIKE JOB
phonemes: ðeɪ fˈɛstɚɹ ɪn ðɛɹ sˈɪɾiz hˌuː hæv skˈɑːɹd ðə fˈeɪs ʌv ˈɜːθ ʌntˈɪl hɜː skˈɛlᵻtən ɪz nˈeɪkᵻd, ænd hɜː bɹˈɛsts ɑːɹ dɹˈaɪ ænd hˈɑːɹd ; sˈeɪ, ʃˌæl jiː tˈɪɹ ðə wˈɜːldz dɪʃˈɛvəld ɹˈoʊb ænd lˈeɪ hɜːɹ ˈʌlsɚz ˈoʊpən tə ðə sˈʌn, ɔːɹ mˈɜːmɚ sˈɔft, " ðˌaɪ wɪl biː dˈʌn ˈaɪ " lˈaɪk dʒˈɑːb