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[1]Though I speak with the tongues of men and Angels, and have not love, I am as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
[2]And though I had the gift of prophecy, and knew all secrets and all knowledge, yea, if I had all faith, so that I could remove mountains and had not love, I were nothing.
[3]And though I feed the poor with all my goods, and though I give my body, that I be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.
[4]Love suffereth long: it is bountiful: love envieth not: love doth not boast itself: it is not puffed up:
[5]It distaineth not: it seeketh not her own things: it is not provoked to anger: it thinketh not evil:
[6]It rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth:
[7]It suffereth all things: it believeth all things: it hopeth all things: it endureth all things.
[8]Love doth never fall away, though that prophesyings be abolished, or the tongues cease, or knowledge vanish away.
[9]For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
[10]But when that which is perfect, is come, then that which is in part, shall be abolished.
[11]When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
[12]For now we see through a glass darkly: but then shall we see face to face. Now I know in part: but then shall I know even as I am known.
[13]And now abideth faith, hope and love, even these three: but the chiefest of these is love.
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