text_original: Over it, through it, and around it, rolled the white fog, in great masses, caressing the earth and hanging from the zenith like the veil of the temple of the Most High.
text_transcription: OVER IT THROUGH IT AND AROUND IT ROLLED THE WHITE FOG IN GREAT MASSES CARESSING THE EARTH AND HANGING FROM THE ZENITH LIKE THE VEIL OF THE TEMPLE OF THE MOST HIGH
phonemes: ˈoʊvɚɹ ɪt, θɹˈuː ɪt, ænd ɚɹˈaʊnd ɪt, ɹˈoʊld ðə wˈaɪt fˈɑːɡ, ɪn ɡɹˈeɪt mˈæsᵻz, kɚɹˈɛsɪŋ ðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd hˈæŋɪŋ fɹʌmðə zˈiːnɪθ lˈaɪk ðə vˈeɪl ʌvðə tˈɛmpəl ʌvðə mˈoʊst hˈaɪ.