For in this we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling—
clothe me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews?
Miserable man that I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?
and not only creation, but even ourselves. We ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Ruach, groan inwardly as we eagerly wait for adoption—the redemption of our body.
Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed—
I am torn between the two—having a desire to leave and be with Messiah, which is far better;