He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears off from all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from all the earth: for the LORD has spoken it.
My years are departed, and are removed from me like a shepherd’s tent: I have cut off my life like a weaver: he will cut me off with wasting sickness: from day even to night will you make an end of me.
And not only they, but ourselves also, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, that is, the redemption of our body.