For in this tent we groan, longing to be further clothed with our heavenly dwelling,
You clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Wretched person that I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?
and not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly while we wait for adoption, the redemption of our bodies.
Look, I will tell you a mystery! We will not all die, but we will all be changed,
I am hard pressed between the two: my desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better,