“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.
Let there be plenty of grain in the earth, On the top of the mountains, Let its fruit wave like Leḇ
My strength is dried like a potsherd, And My tongue is cleaving to My jaws; And to the dust of death You are appointing Me.
For unto this Messiah died and rose and lived again, to rule over both the dead and the living.
Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground,
Grain is crushed, so one does not go on threshing it forever, nor break it with his wagon wheel, nor crush it with his horsemen.