Love suffereth long, and is courteous. Love envieth not. Love doth not forwardly, swelleth not,

Though I spake with the tongues of men and angels, and yet had no love, I were even as sounding brass: or as a tinkling cymbal.

Now abideth faith, hope, and love, even these three: but the chief of these is love.

Now we see in a glass, even in a dark speaking: but then shall we see face to face. Now I know unperfectly: but then shall I know even as I am known.

Though that prophesying fail, or tongues shall cease, or knowledge vanish away: yet love falleth never away.

And though I could prophesy, and understood all secrets, and all knowledge: yea, if I had all faith so that I could move mountains out of their places, and yet had no love, I were nothing.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I imagined as a child: but as soon as I was a man I put away childishness.

dealeth not dishonestly, seeketh not her own, is not provoked to anger, thinketh not evil,

suffereth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth in all things.

And though I bestowed all my goods to feed the poor, and though I gave my body even that I burned, and yet had no love, it profiteth me nothing.

For our knowledge is unperfect, and our prophesying is unperfect:

rejoiceth not in iniquity: but rejoiceth in the truth,

but when that which is perfect is come, then that which is unperfect shall be done away.