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[1]THOUGH I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love in my heart, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
[2]And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love in my heart, I am nothing.
[3]And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love in my heart, I gain nothing.
[4]Love is long-suffering and is kind; love does not envy; love does not make a vain display of itself, and does not boast,
[5]Does not behave itself unseemly, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, thinks no evil;
[6]Rejoices not over injustice, but rejoices in the truth;
[7]Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
[8]Love never fails: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall 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 imperfect shall be done away.
[11]When I was a child, I spoke 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 face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
[13]And now abides faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
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