hɪz wˈɛdɪŋ ɡˈɑːɹmənt wʌz ɹˈɪtʃ, bˌʌt wɛn ðə tˈeɪlɚ wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst dˈʌn wɪð ɪt, ðə sˈɪlk ɹˈæn ˈaʊt, ænd nˈoʊmˌoːɹ kʊd biː fˈaʊnd ðæt kˈʌlɚ.
His wedding garment was rich, but when the tailor was almost done with it, the silk ran out, and no more could be found that color.