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.
There will be an abundance of grain in the earth, On the top of the mountains; Its fruit shall wave like Lebanon; And those of the city shall flourish like grass of the earth.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.
For to this end Christ died and rose and lived again, that He might be Lord of both the dead and the living.
Though its root may grow old in the earth, And its stump may die in the ground,
Bread flour must be ground; Therefore he does not thresh it forever, Break it with his cartwheel, Or crush it with his horsemen.