't Kofschip - Silent Letters at End of Root

Silent Letters At End of Root

The rule is expressed in spelling of the verbs, but is actually related to pronunciation. So if the spelled root ends in a silent letter, this letter should be ignored in applying the rule. This includes also the apostrophe ⟨'⟩ occurring in some verb spellings.

For example:

Infinitive Inf. pronunc. Verb root Past simple Past simple pronunc. Past participle Past ptc. pronunc.
timen (to time) /ˈtɑimə(n)/ time ik timede /ˈtɑimdə/ getimed /ɣəˈtɑimt/
racen (to race) /ˈreːsə(n)/ race ik racete /ˈreːstə/ geracet /ɣəˈreːst/
deleten (to delete) /diˈliːtə(n)/ delete ik deletete /diˈliːtə/ gedeletet /ɣədiˈliːt/
sms'en (to send a text message) /ɛsɛmˈɛsə(n)/ sms ik sms'te /ɛsɛmˈɛstə/ ge-sms't /ɣə(ʔ)ɛsɛmˈɛst/
gsm'en (to phone using a mobile phone) /ɣeːɛsˈɛmə(n)/ gsm ik gsm'de /ɣeːɛsˈɛmdə/ ge-gsm'd /ɣəɣeːɛsˈɛmt/
petanquen (to play pétanque) /peːˈtɑŋkə(n)/ petanque ik petanquete /peːˈtɑŋktə/ gepetanquet /ɣəpeːˈtɑŋkt/

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