Here indeed we groan, and long to put on our heavenly dwelling,
Thou didst clothe me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?
and not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.
Lo! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed,
I am hard pressed between the two. My desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better.