Though its roots grow old in the earth and its stump dies in the dry ground,
“At least there is hope for a tree— if it is cut down it will sprout again, and its shoots will not cease.
at the scent of water it will bud and sprout sprigs like a new plant.
Yet it will be: “Your dead will live! My corpses will rise! Awake and shout for joy, you who dwell in the dust! Your dew is like the dew of the dawn. The land of dead souls will come to life!
Amen, amen I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls to the earth and dies, it remains alone. But if it dies, it produces much fruit.
Fool! What you sow does not come to life unless it dies.