Though its root may grow old in the earth, And its stump may die in the ground,
“For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And that its tender shoots will not cease.
Yet at the scent of water it will bud And bring forth branches like a plant.
Your dead shall live; Together with my dead body they shall arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in dust; For your dew is like the dew of herbs, And the earth shall cast out the dead.
Most assuredly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain.
Foolish one, what you sow is not made alive unless it dies.