Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground,
For there is expectancy for a tree, if it is cut down, that it does sprout again, and that its tender branch does not cease.
at the scent of water it buds and brings forth foliage like a plant.
Let Your dead live, together with my dead body, let them arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in dust; for Your dew is a dew of light, and let the earth give birth to the departed spirits.
“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone. But if it dies, it bears much fruit.
Senseless one! What you sow is not made alive unless it dies.