Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground,
“For there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease.
yet at the scent of water it will bud and put forth branches like a young plant.
Your dead shall live, their corpses shall rise. O dwellers in the dust, awake and sing for joy! For your dew is a radiant dew, and the earth will give birth to those long dead.
Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
Fool! What you sow does not come to life unless it dies.