text_original: I struggle with myself, but I hope my Heavenly Father will not be extreme to mark my weakness, and that He will have compassion upon a poor bruised reed, and pity a miserable wretch, whose sorrows He only knows. ... I almost wish my war  fare was over.
text_transcription: I STRUGGLE WITH MYSELF BUT I HOPE MY HEAVENLY FATHER WILL NOT BE EXTREME TO MARK MY WEAKNESS AND THAT HE WILL HAVE COMPASSION UPON A POOR BRUISED REED AND PITY A MISERABLE WRETCH WHOSE SORROWS HE ONLY KNOWS I ALMOST WISH MY WARFARE WAS OVER
phonemes: aɪ stɹˈʌɡəl wɪð maɪsˈɛlf, bˌʌt aɪ hˈoʊp maɪ hˈɛvənli fˈɑːðɚ wɪl nˌɑːt biː ɛkstɹˈiːm tə mˈɑːɹk maɪ wˈiːknəs, ænd ðæt hiː wɪl hæv kəmpˈæʃən əpˌɑːn ɐ pˈʊɹ bɹˈuːzd ɹˈiːd, ænd pˈɪɾi ɐ mˈɪzɹəbəl ɹˈɛtʃ, hˌuːz sˈɑːɹoʊz hiː ˈoʊnli nˈoʊz. ... aɪ ˈɔːlmoʊst wˈɪʃ maɪ wˈɔːɹ fˈɛɹ wʌz ˈoʊvɚ.