Truly, truly, I say to you, If the grain of wheat falling into the earth does not die, it remains alone. But if it die, it bears much fruit.
Though its root becomes old in the earth, and its stump dies in the dust,
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and My tongue clings to My jaws, and You appoint Me to the dust of death
A fullness of grain shall be in the earth on top of the mountains; its fruit shall shake like Lebanon; and they of the city shall flourish like the grass of the earth.
Bread is crushed, but not always does one thresh it with threshing; and he drives the wheel of his cart; and his horses do not beat it small.
For this Christ both died and rose and lived again, that He might be Lord over both the dead and the living.