text_original: Then the Scythians creep under the tent; and the hemp  seed smoketh upon the stones, so that no bath could smoke more. The Scythians are delighted beyond meas  ure, and shout for joy. This smoking serves them for a bath, for they never wash their bodies with water.
text_transcription: THEN THE SCYTHIANS CREEP UNDER THE TENT AND THE HEMSEED SMOKETH UP THE STONES SO THAT NO BATH COULD SMOKE MORE THE SCYTHIANS ARE DELIGHTED BEYOND MEASURE AND SHOUT FOR JOY THIS SMOKING SERVES THEM FOR A BATH FOR THEY NEVER WASH THEIR BODIES WITH WATER
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðə sˈaɪθiənz kɹˈiːp ˌʌndɚ ðə tˈɛnt; ænd ðə hˈɛmp sˈiːd smˈoʊkəθ əpˌɑːn ðə stˈoʊnz, sˌoʊ ðæt nˈoʊ bˈæθ kʊd smˈoʊk mˈɔːɹ. ðə sˈaɪθiənz ɑːɹ dᵻlˈaɪɾᵻd bᵻjˌɔnd mˈiːz jˈʊɹ, ænd ʃˈaʊt fɔːɹ dʒˈɔɪ. ðɪs smˈoʊkɪŋ sˈɜːvz ðˌɛm fɚɹə bˈæθ, fɔːɹ ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ wˈɑːʃ ðɛɹ bˈɑːdiz wɪð wˈɔːɾɚ.