For also in this we groan, longing to clothe ourselves with our habitation from heaven,
And not only so, but also ourselves who have the first fruit of the Spirit. And we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for adoption, the redemption of our body.
And I am constrained by the two, having the desire to depart and be with Christ, being far better.
I am a wretched man. Who will rescue me out of the body of this death?
Behold, I tell you a mystery. We will actually not all sleep, but we will all be transformed,
Thou have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.