Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling,
Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies.
I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far;
What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death?
Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed—
clothe me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews?