text_original: In faith thou knowest more to day Than I do, where it can be found! This shrivelled lump of suffering clay, To which I now am chained and bound, Has not of kith or kin a trace To the good body once I bore; Look at this shrunken, ghastly face: Didst ever see that face before?
text_transcription: IN FAITH THOU KNOWEST MORE TO DAY THAN I DO WHERE IT CAN BE FOUND THIS SHRIVELLED LUMP OF SUFFERING CLAY TO WHICH I NOW AM CHAINED AND BOUND HAS NOT OF KITH OR KINNER TRACE TO THE GOOD BODY ONCE I BORE LOOK AT THIS SHRUNKEN GHASTLY FACE DIDST EVER SEE THAT FACE BEFORE
phonemes: ɪn fˈeɪθ ðˈaʊ nˈoʊɪst mˈɔːɹ tə dˈeɪ ðɐn aɪ dˈuː, wˌɛɹ ɪt kæn biː fˈaʊnd! ðɪs ʃɹˈɪvəld lˈʌmp ʌv sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ klˈeɪ, tə wˌɪtʃ aɪ nˈaʊ æm tʃˈeɪnd ænd bˈaʊnd, həznɑːt ʌv kˈɪθ ɔːɹ kˈɪn ɐ tɹˈeɪs tə ðə ɡˈʊd bˈɑːdi wˈʌns aɪ bˈɔːɹ; lˈʊk æt ðɪs ʃɹˈʌŋkən, ɡˈæstli fˈeɪs: dˈɪdst ˈɛvɚ sˈiː ðæt fˈeɪs bᵻfˈɔːɹ?