text_original: Your good right arm has fought for liberty, and it is an honor to support it, when you are no longer able." But nothing else I could ever say to him, was so much comfort as the old cry of the sufferer by the way  Dkop my Alias. 263 side, " JesuSj thou son of David, have mercy on me."
text_transcription: YOUR GOOD RIGHT ARM HAS FOUGHT FOR LIBERTY AND IT IS AN HONOUR TO SUPPORT IT WHEN YOU ARE NO LONGER ABLE BUT NOTHING ELSE I COULD EVER SAY TO HIM WITH SO MUCH COMFORT AS THE OLD CRY OF THE SUFFERER BY THE WAYSIDE JESUS THOU SON OF DAVID HAVE MERCY ON ME
phonemes: jʊɹ ɡˈʊd ɹˈaɪt ˈɑːɹm hɐz fˈɔːt fɔːɹ lˈɪbɚɾi, ænd ɪɾ ɪz ɐn ˈɑːnɚ tə səpˈɔːɹt ɪt, wˌɛn juː ɑːɹ nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚɹ ˈeɪbəl." bˌʌt nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛls aɪ kʊd ˈɛvɚ sˈeɪ tə hˌɪm, wʌz sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ kˈʌmfɚt æz ðɪ ˈoʊld kɹˈaɪ ʌvðə sˈʌfɚɹɚ baɪ ðə wˈeɪ dˈiːkˈɑːp maɪ ˈeɪliəs. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti θɹˈiː sˈaɪd, " dʒˈɛsuː ˌɛsdʒˈeɪ ðˈaʊ sˈʌn ʌv dˈeɪvɪd, hæv mˈɜːsi ˈɔn mˌiː."