[1] If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I have become as sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. [2] If I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing. [3] If I give all my goods to feed the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profits me nothing. [4] Love suffers long and is kind; love envies not; love flaunts not itself and is not puffed up, [5] does not behave itself improperly, seeks not its own, is not easily provoked, thinks no evil; [6] rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; [7] bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things. [8] Love never fails. But if there are prophecies, they shall fail; if there are tongues, they shall cease; and if there is knowledge, it shall vanish. [9] For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. [10] But when that which is perfect comes, then that which is imperfect shall pass away. [11] When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, and I thought as a child. But when I became a man, I put away childish things. [12] For now we see as through a glass, dimly, but then, face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know, even as I also am known. [13] So now abide faith, hope, and love, these three. But the greatest of these is love.
