Though
I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become
as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
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, I am nothing.
And
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.
Love
suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself,
is not puffed up,
Doth
not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked,
thinketh no evil;
Rejoiceth
not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
Beareth
all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Love
never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether
there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall
vanish away.
For
we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
But
when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be
done away.
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.
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.
And
now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is
love.
