text_original: Pleading, Cursing, Dreading to die, Selling my soul to whoever would buy, Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread, Hating the living and fearing the dead. Merciful God! have I fallen so low? And yet I was once like this beautiful snow!
text_transcription: PLEADING CURSING DREADING TO DIE SELLING MY SOUL TO WHOEVER WOULD BUY DEALING IN SHAME FOR A MORSEL OF BREAD HATING THE LIVING AND FEARING THE DEAD MERCIFUL GOD HAVE I FALLEN SO LOW AND YET I WAS ONCE LIKE THIS BEAUTIFUL SNOW
phonemes: plˈiːdɪŋ, kˈɜːsɪŋ, dɹˈɛdɪŋ tə dˈaɪ, sˈɛlɪŋ maɪ sˈoʊl tə huːˈɛvɚ wʊd bˈaɪ, dˈiːlɪŋ ɪn ʃˈeɪm fɚɹə mˈɔːɹsəl ʌv bɹˈɛd, hˈeɪɾɪŋ ðə lˈɪvɪŋ ænd fˈɪɹɪŋ ðə dˈɛd. mˈɜːsifəl ɡˈɑːd! hæv aɪ fˈɔːlən sˌoʊ lˈoʊ? ænd jˈɛt aɪ wʌz wˈʌns lˈaɪk ðɪs bjˈuːɾifəl snˈoʊ!