1If with the tongues of the men I speak and of the messengers, love but I have, I have become brass sounding or a cymbal noisy. 2And if I have prophecy, and I know the secrets all and all the knowledge, and id I have all the faith, so that mountains to remove, love but not have, nothing I am. 3And if I bestow all the possessions of me, and if I should give the body of me so that it should be burned, love but not have, nothing I am profited. 4The love suffers long, is gentle; the love not envies; the love not is boastful, not is puffed up, 5not acts unbecomingly, not seeks the things of herself, not is provoked to anger, not imputes the evil, 6not rejoices in the iniquity, rejoices with but the truth, 7all things covers, all things believes, all things hopes, all things endures; 8the love not at any time falls off; whether but prophecies, they will be done away whether tongues, they will cease; whether knowledge, it will be done away. 9From parts for we know, and from parts we prophesy; 10when but may come the prefect, then that from parts will be done a way. 11When I was a babe, as babe I spoke, as a babe I thought, as babe reasoned; since but I have become a man, I have put away the things of the babe. 12We see for now through a glass in an enigma, then but face to face; now I know from parts, then but I shall know fully even as and I fully known. 13Now but abides faith, hope, love, the three these; greater but of these the love.