Listen,<n id="1" /> I will tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep,<n id="2" /> but we will all be changed &#8211;

and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for an image resembling mortal human beings<n id="1" /> or birds or four-footed animals<n id="2" /> or reptiles.p>

I wish I could be with you now and change my tone of voice,<n id="1" /> because I am perplexed about you.p>

in a moment, in the blinking<n id="1" /> of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.

<p class="otpoetry"><b><i>and like a robe you will fold them upi>b>p> <p class="otpoetry"><b><i>andi>b> like a garment<n id="1" /> <b><i>they will be changed,i>b>p> <p class="otpoetry"><i><b>but you are the same and your years will never run outb>.i>&#8221;<n id="2" />p>

For we have heard him saying that Jesus the Nazarene will destroy this place and change the customs<n id="1" /> that Moses handed down to us.&#8221;