text_original: there beneath them is her chin, So fine and round, it were a sin To feel no weaker when I see _Beata mea Domina_! God's dealings; for with so much care And troublous, faint lines wrought in there, He finishes her face for me.
text_transcription: THERE BENEATH THEM IS HER CHIN SO FINE AND ROUND IT WERE SIN TO FEEL NO WEAKER WHEN I SEE BEATA MEA DOMINA GOD'S DEALINGS FOR WITH SO MUCH CARE AND TROUBLOUS FAINT LINES WROUGHT IN THERE HE FINISHES HER FACE FOR ME
phonemes: ðɛɹ bᵻnˌiːθ ðˌɛm ɪz hɜː tʃˈɪn, sˌoʊ fˈaɪn ænd ɹˈaʊnd, ɪt wɜːɹ ɐ sˈɪn tə fˈiːl nˈoʊ wˈiːkɚ wɛn aɪ sˈiː bˈiːɾə mˈiː dˈɑːmɪnə! ɡˈɑːdz dˈiːlɪŋz; fɔːɹ wɪð sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ kˈɛɹ ænd tɹˈʌbləs, fˈeɪnt lˈaɪnz ɹˈɔːt ɪn ðˈɛɹ, hiː fˈɪnɪʃᵻz hɜː fˈeɪs fɔːɹ mˌiː.