1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging 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, but have not love, I
am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed
the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.
4 Love suffers long
and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;
6 does not rejoice in iniquity, 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 are prophecies, they will fail; whether
there are tongues, they will cease; whether
there is knowledge, it will vanish away.
9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part.
10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will 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
in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then
I shall know just as I also am known.
13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these
is love.