Truly, truly, I say to you, unless the grain of wheat that falls into the ground dies, it remains alone, but if it dies it bears much fruit.
There shall be abundance of grain in the earth upon the top of the mountains. The fruit of it shall shake like Lebanon. And they of the city shall flourish like grass of the earth.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws, and thou have brought me into the dust of death.
For because of this Christ both died and arose, and he became alive so that he might be Lord over both the dead and the living.
Though the root of it grows old in the earth, and the trunk of it dies in the ground,
Bread [grain] is ground, for he will not be always threshing it. And though the wheel of his cart and his horses scatter it, he does not grind it.