"Thoughits rootsgrowoldin the groundAnd its stumpdiesin the drysoil,
"For thereis hopefor a tree,Whenit is cutdown,that it will sproutagain,And its shootswill not fail.
At the scentof waterit will flourishAnd putforthsprigslikea plant.
Your deadwill live;Their corpseswill rise.You who liein the dust,awakeand shoutfor joy,For your dew[is as] the dewof the dawn,And the earthwill givebirthto the departedspirits.
"Truly,truly,I sayto you, unlessa grainof wheatfallsinto the earthand dies,it remainsalone;but ifit dies,it bearsmuchfruit.
You fool!That whichyou sowdoes not come to lifeunlessit dies;
