◄ We who are in this tent groan, being burdened. ►

Lord, all my desire is before You; and my sighing is not hidden from You. My iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden they are too heavy for me. § O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?

The whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now. Not only that, but we also who have the first-fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body. § In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials.

Shortly I must put off my tent. § For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.”