text_original: The thought of this so fills me with delight, that I take up my Psalter, and, as humbly as I can, I sing in my heart and say with my mouth the beautiful canticles and psalms which the Spirit of God composed in the heart of David, and of other writers. And the contentment that I find therein so eases me, that all the evils which my days may bring appear to me as benedictions, seeing that in faith I keep in my heart even Him who hath borne them all for me.
text_transcription: THE THOUGHT OF THIS SO FILLS ME WITH DELIGHT THAT I TAKE UP MY PSALTER AND AS HUMBLY AS I CAN I SING IN MY HEART AND SAY WITH MY MOUTH THE BEAUTIFUL CANDLES AND PSALMS WHICH THE SPIRIT OF GOD COMPOSED IN THE HEART OF DAVID AND OF OTHER WRITERS AND THE CONTENTMENT THAT I FIND THEREIN SO EASES ME THAT ALL THE EVILS WHICH MY DAYS MAY BRING APPEAR TO ME AS BENEDICTIONS SEEING THAT IN FAITH I KEEP IN MY HEART EVEN HIM WHO HATH BORNE THEM ALL FOR ME
phonemes: ðə θˈɔːt ʌv ðɪs sˌoʊ fˈɪlz mˌiː wɪð dᵻlˈaɪt, ðæt aɪ tˈeɪk ˌʌp maɪ sˈɔltɚ, ænd, æz hˈʌmbli æz aɪ kˈæn, aɪ sˈɪŋ ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt ænd sˈeɪ wɪð maɪ mˈaʊθ ðə bjˈuːɾifəl kˈæntɪkəlz ænd sˈɑːmz wˌɪtʃ ðə spˈɪɹɪt ʌv ɡˈɑːd kəmpˈoʊzd ɪnðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv dˈeɪvɪd, ænd ʌv ˈʌðɚ ɹˈaɪɾɚz. ænd ðə kəntˈɛntmənt ðæt aɪ fˈaɪnd ðɛɹˈɪn sˌoʊ ˈiːzᵻz mˌiː, ðæt ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈiːvəlz wˌɪtʃ maɪ dˈeɪz mˈeɪ bɹˈɪŋ ɐpˈɪɹ tə mˌiː æz bˌɛnɪdˈɪkʃənz, sˈiːɪŋ ðæt ɪn fˈeɪθ aɪ kˈiːp ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt ˈiːvən hˌɪm hˌuː hæθ bˈɔːɹn ðˌɛm ˈɔːl fɔːɹ mˌiː.