text_original: Weeping, I turned away, and feebly strove Down the hard distance towards my father's house. "They will have pity and will let me in," I thought. "They loved me and will let me in."
text_transcription: WEEPING I TURNED AWAY AND FEEBLY STROVE DOWN THE HARD DISTANCE TOWARDS MY FATHER'S HOUSE THEY WILL HAVE PITY AND WILL LET ME IN I THOUGHT THEY LOVE ME AND WILL LET ME IN
phonemes: wˈiːpɪŋ, aɪ tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ, ænd fˈiːbli stɹˈoʊv dˌaʊn ðə hˈɑːɹd dˈɪstəns təwˈɔːɹdz maɪ fˈɑːðɚz hˈaʊs. "ðeɪ wɪl hæv pˈɪɾi ænd wɪl lˈɛt mˌiː ˈɪn," aɪ θˈɔːt. "ðeɪ lˈʌvd mˌiː ænd wɪl lˈɛt mˌiː ˈɪn."