Behold, I tell you a mystery:
we shall not all sleep,
but we shall all be chang'd
in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet.
The trumpet shall sound,
and the dead shall be rais'd incorruptible,
and we shall be chang'd;
For this corruptible must put on incorruption,
and this mortal must put on immortality.
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