For verily in this we groan, longing to be clothed upon with our habitation which is from heaven:
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me out of the body of this death?
And not only so, but ourselves also, which have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for our adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body.
Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed,
But I am in a strait betwixt the two, having the desire to depart and be with Christ; for it is very far better: