If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?