I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become
as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
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, I am nothing.
though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body
to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.
suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself,
is not puffed up,
not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked,
thinketh no evil;
not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether
there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall
we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be
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.
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.
now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is