text_original: 3 When, like committed linnets, I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my king;[1] When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty.
text_transcription: WHEN LIKE COMMITTED LINNETS I WITH SHRILLER THROATS SHALL SING THE SWEETNESS MERCY MAJESTY AND GLORIES OF MY KING WHEN I SHALL VOICE ALOUD HOW GOOD HE IS HOW GREAT SHOULD BE AND LARGE IT WINDS THAT CURL THE FLOOD KNOW NO SUCH LIBERTY
phonemes: θɹˈiː wˈɛn, lˈaɪk kəmˈɪɾᵻd lˈɪnɪts, aɪ wɪð ʃɹˈɪlɚ θɹˈoʊt ʃˌæl sˈɪŋ ðə swˈiːtnəs, mˈɜːsi, mˈædʒᵻsti, ænd ɡlˈɔːɹiz ʌv maɪ kˈɪŋ;[wˈʌn] wˌɛn aɪʃˌɐl vˈɔɪs ɐlˈaʊd hˌaʊ ɡˈʊd hiː ɪz, hˌaʊ ɡɹˈeɪt ʃˌʊd bˈiː, ɛnlˈɑːɹdʒd wˈɪndz, ðæt kˈɜːl ðə flˈʌd, nˈoʊ nˈoʊ sˈʌtʃ lˈɪbɚɾi.