text_original: ' At last,^ says Philo, ' God in his mercy to us softened his hard heart, and he let us go alive, saying as he sent us off, After all, they are to be pitied more than blamed, poor fools, who cannot believe I am a god.
text_transcription: AT LAST SAYS FILO GOD IN HIS MERCY TO US SOFTENED HIS HARD HEART AND HE LET US GO ALIVE SAYING AS HE SENT US OFF AFTER ALL THEY ARE TO BE PITIED MORE THAN BLAMED POOR FOOLS WHO CANNOT BELIEVE I AM A GOD
phonemes: æt lˈæst,sˈɛz fˈiːloʊ, ɡˈɑːd ɪn hɪz mˈɜːsi tʊ ˌʌs sˈɔfənd hɪz hˈɑːɹd hˈɑːɹt, ænd hiː lˈɛt ˌʌs ɡˌoʊ ɐlˈaɪv, sˈeɪɪŋ æz hiː sˈɛnt ˌʌs ˈɔf, ˈæftɚɹ ˈɔːl, ðeɪ ɑːɹ təbi pˈɪɾid mˈɔːɹ ðɐn blˈeɪmd, pˈʊɹ fˈuːlz, hˌuː kænˈɑːt bᵻlˈiːv aɪɐm ɐ ɡˈɑːd.