text_original: In Ward Five was one man who had been laid on his left side, and never could be moved while he lived. His right arm suffered for lack of support, and when I knelt to give him nourishment from a spoon, and pray with him that the deliverer would soon come, he always laid that arm over my shoulders.
text_transcription: IN WARD FIVE WAS ONE MAN WHO HAD BEEN LAID ON HIS LEFT SIDE AND NEVER COULD BE MOVED WHILE HE LIVED HIS RIGHT ARM SUFFERED FOR LACK OF SUPPORT AND WHEN I KNELT TO GIVE HIM NOURISHMENT WITH A SPOON AND PREY WITH HIM THAT THE LIVERER WOULD SOON COME HE ALWAYS LAID THAT ARM OVER MY SHOULDERS
phonemes: ɪn wˈɔːɹd fˈaɪv wʌz wˈʌn mˈæn hˌuː hɐdbɪn lˈeɪd ˌɔn hɪz lˈɛft sˈaɪd, ænd nˈɛvɚ kʊd biː mˈuːvd wˌaɪl hiː lˈɪvd. hɪz ɹˈaɪt ˈɑːɹm sˈʌfɚd fɔːɹ lˈæk ʌv səpˈɔːɹt, ænd wɛn aɪ nˈɛlt tə ɡˈɪv hˌɪm nˈɜːɹɪʃmənt fɹʌm ɐ spˈuːn, ænd pɹˈeɪ wɪð hˌɪm ðætðə dᵻlˈɪvɚɹɚ wʊd sˈuːn kˈʌm, hiː ˈɔːlweɪz lˈeɪd ðæt ˈɑːɹm ˌoʊvɚ maɪ ʃˈoʊldɚz.