1Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.

2And 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.

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

4Love suffereth long, is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not herself, is not puffed up,

5doth not behave herself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, maketh no account of an injury,

6rejoiceth not at iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth,

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

8Love never faileth; but whether there are prophesyings, they will come to an end; whether tongues, they will cease; whether knowledge, it will be done away.

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

10but when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part will be done away.

11When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I had the feelings of a child, I thought as a child; since I have become a man, I have put away the things of the child.

12For now we see in a mirror, obscurely; but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I shall fully know even as I also am fully known.

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