Truly, truly, I say to you, Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone: but if it dies, it brings forth much fruit.
Though its root becomes old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground;
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue clings to my jaws; and you have brought me into the dust of death.
There shall be a handful of grain in the earth on the top of the mountains; the fruit thereof shall shake like Lebanon: and they of the city shall flourish like grass of the earth.
Bread grain is crushed; because he will not always be threshing it, nor break it with the wheel of his cart, nor crush it with his horsemen.
For to this end Christ both died, and rose, and lived again, that he might be Lord both of the dead and living.