text_original: So I went up and down the race and runs, putting in twigs, and thinking of the "willows by the water  courses," and Israel's lament: " By Babel's streams we sat and wept When Zion we thought on, In midst thereof we hanged our harps The willow trees upon."
text_transcription: SO I WENT UP AND DOWN THE RACE AND RUNS PUTTING IN TWIGS AND THINKING OF THE WILLOWS BY THE WATERCOURSES AND ISRAEL'S LAMENT BY BABEL'S STREAMS WE SAT AND WEPT WHEN ZION WE THOUGHT ON IN MIDST THEREOF WE HANGED OUR HARPS THE WILLOW TREES UPON
phonemes: sˌoʊ aɪ wɛnt ˌʌp ænd dˌaʊn ðə ɹˈeɪs ænd ɹˈʌnz, pˈʊɾɪŋ ɪn twˈɪɡz, ænd θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌvðə "wˈɪloʊz baɪ ðə wˈɔːɾɚ kˈɔːɹsᵻz," ænd ˈɪzɹiːəlz lɐmˈɛnt: " baɪ bˈeɪbəlz stɹˈiːmz wiː sˈæt ænd wˈɛpt wɛn zˈaɪən wiː θˈɔːt ˈɔn, ɪn mˈɪdst ðɛɹˈɑːv wiː hˈæŋd ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹps ðə wˈɪloʊ tɹˈiːz əpˌɑːn."