Though its root becomes old in the earth, and its stump dies in the dust,
For there is hope of a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and its tender branch will not cease.
yet at the scent of water it will bud and bring forth branches like a plant.
Your dead ones shall live, together with my dead body they shall arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in the dust; for your dew is as the dew of lights, and the earth shall cast out the dead.
Truly, truly, I say to you, Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it abides alone; but if it dies, it brings forth much fruit.
Foolish one! What you sow is not made alive unless it dies.