text_original: A certain nobleman named Ermenfrid, whose property Ebroin had confiscated, waited for him at his house door one Sunday morning as he was just setting out for mass, drew his sword, struck him a mortal blow on the head, and escaped to Pippin in Austrasia.
text_transcription: A CERTAIN NOBLEMAN NAMED MUNFRIT WHOSE PROPERTY EBROIN HAD CONFISCATED WAITED FOR HIM AT HIS HOUSE DOOR ONE SUNDAY MORNING AS HE WAS JUST SETTING OUT FOR MASS DREW HIS SWORD STRUCK HIM A MORTAL BLOW ON THE HEAD AND ESCAPED TO PIPPIN IN AUSTRALIA
phonemes: ɐ sˈɜːʔn̩ nˈoʊbəlmən nˈeɪmd ˈɜːmənfɹˌɪd, hˌuːz pɹˈɑːpɚɾi ˈɛbɹɔɪn hæd kˈɑːnfɪskˌeɪɾᵻd, wˈeɪɾᵻd fɔːɹ hˌɪm æt hɪz hˈaʊs dˈɔːɹ wˈʌn sˈʌndeɪ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ æz hiː wʌz dʒˈʌst sˈɛɾɪŋ ˈaʊt fɔːɹ mˈæs, dɹˈuː hɪz sˈɔːɹd, stɹˈʌk hˌɪm ɐ mˈɔːɹɾəl blˈoʊ ɔnðə hˈɛd, ænd ɛskˈeɪpt tə pˈɪpɪn ɪn ɔːstɹˈeɪʒə.