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 bears much fruit.
Though its root may grow old in the earth, and its stump may die in the ground,
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; You have set me in the dust of death.
May there be an abundance of grain in the land; may it wave on the tops of the mountains; may its fruit be like Lebanon; and may those from the city flourish like grass of the earth.
Grain for bread is crushed; so he does not continue to thresh it forever, nor break it with the wheel of his cart, nor crush it with his horsemen.
For to this end Christ died and rose and lived again, so that He might be Lord of both the dead and living.