text_original: To me the sun was darkened, and the moon refused lier light. I knew " that jealous God " who claimed the supreme love of his creatures, was scourging me for making an idol and bowing down before it — for loving my husband. I knew it was all just and clung to the Almighty arm, with the old cry, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him." To my husband I clung with like tenacity, and could not admit that my suffering was through any fault of his.
text_transcription: TO ME THE SUN WAS DARKENED AND THE MOON REFUSED HER LIGHT I KNEW THAT JEALOUS GOD WHO CLAIMED THE SUPREME LOVE OF HIS CREATURES WAS SCOURGING ME FOR MAKING AN IDLE AND BOWING DOWN BEFORE IT FOR LOVING MY HUSBAND I KNEW IT WAS ALL JUST AND CLUNG TO THE ALMIGHTY ARM WITH THE OLD CRY THOUGH HE SLAY ME YET WILL I TRUST IN HIM TO MY HUSBAND I CLUNG WITH LIKE TENACITY AND COULD NOT ADMIT THAT MY SUFFERING WAS THROUGH ANY FAULT OF HIS
phonemes: tə mˌiː ðə sˈʌn wʌz dˈɑːɹkənd, ænd ðə mˈuːn ɹᵻfjˈuːzd lˈaɪɚ lˈaɪt. aɪ nˈuː " ðæt dʒˈɛləs ɡˈɑːd " hˌuː klˈeɪmd ðə suːpɹˈiːm lˈʌv ʌv hɪz kɹˈiːtʃɚz, wʌz skˈaʊɚdʒɪŋ mˌiː fɔːɹ mˌeɪkɪŋ ɐn ˈaɪdəl ænd bˈaʊɪŋ dˌaʊn bᵻfˈɔːɹ ɪt — fɔːɹ lˈʌvɪŋ maɪ hˈʌsbənd. aɪ nˈuː ɪt wʌz ˈɔːl dʒˈʌst ænd klˈʌŋ tə ðɪ ɔlmˈaɪɾi ˈɑːɹm, wɪððɪ ˈoʊld kɹˈaɪ, "ðˌoʊ hiː slˈeɪ mˌiː, jˈɛt wɪl aɪ tɹˈʌst ɪn hˌɪm." tə maɪ hˈʌsbənd aɪ klˈʌŋ wɪð lˈaɪk tɛnˈæsᵻɾi, ænd kʊd nˌɑːt ɐdmˈɪt ðæt maɪ sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ wʌz θɹuː ˌɛni fˈɔlt ʌv hˈɪz.