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 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. 4 Love suffereth long, is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not herself, is not puffed up, 5 doth not behave herself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, maketh no account of an injury, 6 rejoiceth not at iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth, 7 beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8 Love 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. 9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part; 10 but when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part will be done away. 11 When 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. 12 For 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. 13 And now there abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.