1Though I could speak with the tongues of men, of angels, but have not love, I become as sounding brass, or a noisy cymbal. 2And though I have prophecy, and know all secrets, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3And though I spend all my goods in feeding the poor, and though I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I am nothing profited. 4Love suffers long, and is kind. Love envies not. Love does not vaunt; is not puffed up; 5does not behave itself unbecomingly; does not seek its own things; is not exasperated; does not imagine evil; 6does not rejoice in iniquity, but greatly rejoices in the truth: 7covers all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 8Love never fails: but, whether prophecies, they will be out of use: or foreign languages, they shall cease: or science, it shall be abolished. 9For we know only in part, and prophesy in part. 10But when perfection is come, then what is in part will be done away. 11When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I conceived as a child, I reasoned as a child. But when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12For now we seek through a glass obscurely; but then, face to face: now, I know in part; but then, I shall fully know, even as I am fully known. 13And now abide faith, hope, love, these three: but the greatest of these is love.