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.
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;
There shall be a fullness of grain in the earth on the top of the mountains; its fruit shall shake like Lebanon, and they of the city shall flourish like grass of the earth.
Bread grain 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 both of the dead and living.