Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stock dies in the ground,
*For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, that the tender branch of it will not cease.
yet through the scent of water it will bud, and put forth boughs like a plant.
Your dead shall live. My dead bodies shall arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in the dust; for your dew is like the dew of herbs, and the earth will cast forth the dead.
Most certainly I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains by itself alone. But if it dies, it bears much fruit.
You foolish one, that which you yourself sow is not made alive unless it dies.