text_original: I had not yet learned that every human soul is a Shunamite, " a company of two armies," and wherever there is one, there is strife. To live is to contend, And life is finished when contentions end.
text_transcription: I HAD NOT YET LEARNED THAT EVERY HUMAN SOUL IS A SCHUNAMITE A COMPANY OF TWO ARMIES AND WHEREVER THERE IS ONE THERE IS STRIFE TO LIVE IS TO CONTEND AND LIFE IS FINISHED WHEN CONTENTIONS END
phonemes: aɪ hæd nˌɑːt jˈɛt lˈɜːnd ðæt ˈɛvɹi hjˈuːmən sˈoʊl ɪz ɐ ʃˈʌnɐmˌaɪt, " ɐ kˈʌmpəni ʌv tˈuː ˈɑːɹmiz," ænd wɛɹˈɛvɚ ðˈɛɹ ɪz wˌʌn, ðɛɹ ɪz stɹˈaɪf. tə lˈɪv ɪz tə kəntˈɛnd, ænd lˈaɪf ɪz fˈɪnɪʃt wɛn kəntˈɛnʃənz ˈɛnd.