text_original: The revolt of his son had put the finishing stroke to his sorrows, and he might well say, in the words of David flying from a son not unlike his own, ' Lord, how are they increased that trouble me ! many there be that rise against me.'
text_transcription: THE REVOLT OF HIS SON HAD PUT THE FINISHING STROKE TO HIS SORROWS AND HE MIGHT WELL SAY IN THE WORDS OF DAVID FLYING FROM A SON NOT UNLIKE HIS OWN LORD HOW ARE THEY INCREASED THAT TROUBLE ME MANY THERE BE THAT RISE AGAINST ME
phonemes: ðə ɹᵻvˈoʊlt ʌv hɪz sˈʌn hæd pˌʊt ðə fˈɪnɪʃɪŋ stɹˈoʊk tə hɪz sˈɑːɹoʊz, ænd hiː mˌaɪt wˈɛl sˈeɪ, ɪnðə wˈɜːdz ʌv dˈeɪvɪd flˈaɪɪŋ fɹʌm ɐ sˈʌn nˌɑːt ʌnlˈaɪk hɪz ˈoʊn, lˈɔːɹd, hˌaʊ ɑːɹ ðeɪ ɪŋkɹˈiːst ðæt tɹˈʌbəl mˌiː ! mˈɛni ðɛɹbˈiː ðæt ɹˈaɪz ɐɡˈɛnst mˌiː.