text_original: Then from the countenance of the prophet flashed un  utterable scorn, as he said slowly, so that none might hear but CEdipus, "O king, thou hast sealed thine own doom. On thine hand Ues his blood, not on mine.
text_transcription: THEN FROM THE COUNTENANCE OF THE PROPHET FLASHED UNUTTERABLE SCORN AS HE SAID SLOWLY SO THAT NONE MIGHT HEAR BUT EEDIPUS O KING THOU HAST SEALED THINE OWN DOOM ON THINE HAND LIES HIS BLOOD NOT ON MINE
phonemes: ðˈɛn fɹʌmðə kˈaʊntənəns ʌvðə pɹˈɑːfɪt flˈæʃt ˈʌn ˈʌɾɚɹəbəl skˈɔːɹn, æz hiː sˈɛd slˈoʊli, sˌoʊ ðæt nˈʌn mˌaɪt hˈɪɹ bˌʌt sˈiː ˈɛdɪpəs, "ˈoʊ kˈɪŋ, ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst sˈiːld ðaɪn ˈoʊn dˈuːm. ˌɔn ðaɪn hˈænd jˈuːz hɪz blˈʌd, nˌɑːt ˌɔn mˈaɪn.