text_original: ISTo sound of strife should ever come into my cabin but those of waves, winds, birds and insects. Ah, what a paradise it would be! 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.
text_transcription: NO SOUND OF STRIFE WOULD EVER COME INTO MY CABIN BUT THOSE OF WAVES WINDS BIRDS AND INSECTS AH WHAT A PARADISE IT WOULD BE 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
phonemes: ˈɪstoʊ sˈaʊnd ʌv stɹˈaɪf ʃˌʊd ˈɛvɚ kˈʌm ˌɪntʊ maɪ kˈæbɪn bˌʌt ðoʊz ʌv wˈeɪvz, wˈɪndz, bˈɜːdz ænd ˈɪnsɛkts. ˈɑː, wˌʌt ɐ pˈæɹədˌaɪs ɪt wʊd bˈiː! 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.