text_original: But the dark cloud rested ever on his countenance, until one day he said to Antigone, "My child, I think that the end of my long suffering is nigh at hand; for there came to me last night a vision of a dream which said, ' Man of many troubles, thou shalt lie down to rest in the grove of the Eumenides, and for the land in which thy body shall lie there shall be wealth in peace and victory in war.
text_transcription: BUT THE DARK CLOUD RESTED EVER ON HIS COUNTENANCE UNTIL ONE DAY HE SAID TO ANTIGONE MY CHILD I THINK THAT THE END OF MY LONG SUFFERING IS NIGH AT HAND FOR THERE CAME TO ME LAST NIGHT A VISION OF A DREAM WHICH SAID MAN OF MANY TROUBLES THOU SHALT LIE DOWN TO REST IN THE GROVE OF THE EUMANIDES AND FOR THE LAND IN WHICH THY BODY SHALL LIE THERE SHALL BE WEALTH IN PEACE AND VICTORY IN WAR
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə dˈɑːɹk klˈaʊd ɹˈɛstᵻd ˈɛvɚɹ ˌɔn hɪz kˈaʊntənəns, ʌntˈɪl wˈʌn dˈeɪ hiː sˈɛd tʊ ˌæntɪɡˈɑːn, "maɪ tʃˈaɪld, aɪ θˈɪŋk ðætðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv maɪ lˈɔŋ sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ ɪz nˈaɪ æt hˈænd; fɔːɹ ðɛɹ kˈeɪm tə mˌiː lˈæst nˈaɪt ɐ vˈɪʒən əvə dɹˈiːm wˌɪtʃ sˈɛd, mˈæn ʌv mˈɛni tɹˈʌbəlz, ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt lˈaɪ dˌaʊn tə ɹˈɛst ɪnðə ɡɹˈoʊv ʌvðə jˈuːmənˌaɪdz, ænd fɚðə lˈænd ɪnwˌɪtʃ ðˌaɪ bˈɑːdi ʃˌæl lˈaɪ ðɛɹ ʃˌæl biː wˈɛlθ ɪn pˈiːs ænd vˈɪktɚɹi ɪn wˈɔːɹ.