If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
I am become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal.
And if I have the gift of prophecy,
and know all mysteries
and all knowledge;
and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains,
but have not love, I am nothing.
And if I bestow all my goods to feed the poor,
and if I give my body to be burned,
but 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 its own,
is not provoked,
taketh not account of evil;
rejoiceth not in unrighteousness,
but rejoiceth with the truth;
beareth all things,
believeth all things,
hopeth all things,
endureth all things.
Love never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall be done away;
whether there be tongues, they shall cease;
whether there be knowledge, it shall be done away.
For we know in part, and we prophesy in part;
but when that which is perfect is come,
that which is in part shall be done away.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child:
now that I am become a man, I have put away childish things.
For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face:
now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known.
But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:1-13