text_original: Like the prints of their feet, They all became dry as herbs, Alas, when the morsel was eaten. _Cherubin_   O Seth, thou art come Within the gate of Paradise: Tell me what thou sawest.
text_transcription: LIKE THE PRINCE OF THEIR FEET THEY ALL BECAME DRY AS HERBS ALAS WHEN THE MORSEL WAS EATEN CHERUBIM O SEIF THOU ART COME WITHIN THE GATE OF PARADISE TELL ME WHAT THOU SAWEST
phonemes: lˈaɪk ðə pɹˈɪnts ʌv ðɛɹ fˈiːt, ðeɪ ˈɔːl bɪkˌeɪm dɹˈaɪ æz ˈɜːbz, ɐlˈæs, wˌɛn ðə mˈɔːɹsəl wʌz ˈiːʔn̩. tʃˈɛɹuːbˌɪn ˈoʊ sˈɛθ, ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt kˈʌm wɪðˌɪn ðə ɡˈeɪt ʌv pˈæɹədˌaɪs: tˈɛl mˌiː wʌt ðˈaʊ sˈɔːst.