1Though I speak with the tongues of men and Angels, and have not love, I am as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2And 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.
3And 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.
4Love suffereth long: it is bountiful: love envieth not: love doth not boast itself: it is not puffed up:
5It doth no uncomely thing: it seeketh not her own thing: it is not provoked to anger: it thinketh no evil:
6It rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth:
7It suffereth all things: it believeth all things: it hopeth all things: it endureth all things.
8Love doth never fall away, though that prophesyings be abolished, or the tongues cease, or knowledge vanish away.
9For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
10But when that which is perfect, is come, then that which is in part shall be abolished.
11When 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.
12For 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.
13And now abideth faith, hope and love, even these three: but the chiefest of these is love.