text_original: For years he had been but in a living death. Backed with pain, almost wholly bereft of reason, sometimes rag  ing in fits of madness, he was a fearful sight to those who watched over him. When the end came it came quietly. He sank into sleep and did not wake any more.
text_transcription: FOR YEARS HE HAD BEEN BUT A LIVING DEATH RACKED WITH PAIN ALMOST WHOLLY BEREFT OF REASON SOMETIMES RAGING IN FITS OF MADNESS HE WAS A FEARFUL SIGHT TO THOSE WHO WATCHED OVER HIM WHEN THE END CAME IT CAME QUIETLY HE SANK INTO SLEEP AND DID NOT WAKE ANY MORE
phonemes: fɔːɹ jˈɪɹz hiː hɐdbɪn bˌʌt ɪn ɐ lˈɪvɪŋ dˈɛθ. bˈækt wɪð pˈeɪn, ˈɔːlmoʊst hˈoʊli bᵻɹˈɛft ʌv ɹˈiːzən, sˈʌmtaɪmz ɹˈæɡ ˈɪŋ ɪn fˈɪts ʌv mˈædnəs, hiː wʌzɐ fˈɪɹfəl sˈaɪt tə ðoʊz hˌuː wˈɑːtʃt ˈoʊvɚ hˌɪm. wˌɛn ðɪ ˈɛnd kˈeɪm ɪt kˈeɪm kwˈaɪətli. hiː sˈæŋk ˌɪntʊ slˈiːp ænd dɪdnˌɑːt wˈeɪk ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ.