text_original: * Would it were possible for me to see thy angelic countenance, to lay my head upon thy bosom who didst carry me from the font of regeneration, and there, bewailing my sins, recount the story of my multitudinous calamities.'
text_transcription: WOULD IT WERE POSSIBLE FOR ME TO SEE THY ANGELIC COUNTENANCE TO LAY MY HEAD UPON THY BOSOM WHO DIDST CARRY ME FROM THE FONT OF REGENERATION AND THERE BEWAILING MY SINS RECOUNT THE STORY OF MY MULTITUDINOUS CALAMITIES
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk wʊd ɪt wɜː pˈɑːsᵻbəl fɔːɹ mˌiː tə sˈiː ðˌaɪ ændʒˈɛlɪk kˈaʊntənəns, tə lˈeɪ maɪ hˈɛd əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ bˈʊzəm hˌuː dˈɪdst kˈæɹi mˌiː fɹʌmðə fˈɔnt ʌv ɹiːdʒˌɛnɚɹˈeɪʃən, ænd ðˈɛɹ, bᵻwˈeɪlɪŋ maɪ sˈɪnz, ɹᵻkˈaʊnt ðə stˈɔːɹi ʌv maɪ mˌʌltɪtˈuːdɪnəs kɐlˈæmᵻɾiz.