text_original: On the stoop of the next house sat Judas, his face covered with bruises and his clothes full of rents, which he had acquired during his continual fights with street urchins. For the moment he was quiet, he neither quarreled nor fought, but worked with a bit of clay, just as Jesus did.
text_transcription: ON THE STOOP OF THE NEXT HOUSE SAT JUDAS HIS FACE COVERED WITH BRUISES AND HIS CLOTHES FULL OF RENTS WHICH HE HAD ACQUIRED DURING HIS CONTINUAL FIGHTS WITH STREET URCHINS FOR THE MOMENT HE WAS QUIET HE NEITHER QUARRELLED NOR FOUGHT BUT WORKED WITH A BIT OF CLAY JUST AS JESUS DID
phonemes: ɔnðə stˈuːp ʌvðə nˈɛkst hˈaʊs sˈæt dʒˈuːdəz, hɪz fˈeɪs kˈʌvɚd wɪð bɹˈuːzᵻz ænd hɪz klˈoʊðz fˈʊl ʌv ɹˈɛnts, wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd ɐkwˈaɪɚd dˈʊɹɹɪŋ hɪz kəntˈɪnjuːəl fˈaɪts wɪð stɹˈiːt ˈɜːtʃɪnz. fɚðə mˈoʊmənt hiː wʌz kwˈaɪət, hiː nˈiːðɚ kwˈɔːɹəld nˈɔːɹ fˈɔːt, bˌʌt wˈɜːkt wɪð ɐ bˈɪt ʌv klˈeɪ, dʒˈʌst æz dʒˈiːzəs dˈɪd.