For in this tent we groan, longing to be further clothed with our heavenly dwelling,
Wretched man that I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?
Not only that, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we eagerly await our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.
Behold, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed,
I am hard pressed between the two. I long to depart and be with Christ, which is far better.