1 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.

2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith so as to remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing.

3 And though I give all my goods to feed the poor, and deliver up my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.

4 Love suffereth long and is kind; love envieth not; love acteth not rashly, is not puffed up:

5 Doth not behave indecently, seeketh not her own, is not provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not at iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth:

6 Covereth all things,

7 believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

8 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.

9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

10 And when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall vanish away.

11 When I was a child, I talked as a child, I understood as a child, I reasoned as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

12 And now we see by means of a glass obscurely; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then I shall know even as also I am known.

13 And now abide these three, faith, hope, love; but the greatest of these is love.