"Truly,truly,I sayto you, unlessa grainof wheatfallsinto the earthand dies,it remainsalone;but ifit dies,it bearsmuchfruit.
"Thoughits rootsgrowoldin the groundAnd its stumpdiesin the drysoil,
My strengthis driedup like a potsherd,And my tonguecleavesto my jaws;And You layme in the dustof death.
May there be abundanceof grainin the earthon topof the mountains;Its fruitwill wavelike [the cedars of] Lebanon;And may those from the cityflourishlike vegetationof the earth.
[Grain for] breadis crushed,Indeed,he does not continueto threshit forever.Because the wheelof [his] cartand his horses[eventually] damage[it], He does not threshit longer.
For to thisend Christdiedand livedagain, that He might be Lordbothof the deadand of the living.
