text_original: All the pain, and sorrow, and defeat, were rough places — briars in an upward path to something we should all rejoice to see.
text_transcription: ALL THE PAIN AND SORROW AND DEFEAT WERE ROUGH PLACES BRIARS AND AN UPWARD PATH TO SOMETHING WE SHOULD ALL REJOICE TO SEE
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðə pˈeɪn, ænd sˈɑːɹoʊ, ænd dᵻfˈiːt, wɜː ɹˈʌf plˈeɪsᵻz — bɹˈaɪɚz ɪn ɐn ˈʌpwɚd pˈæθ tə sˈʌmθɪŋ wiː ʃˌʊd ˈɔːl ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪs tə sˈiː.