1Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 2And 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. 3And though I give all my goods to feed the poor, and deliver up my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing. 4Love suffereth long and is kind; love envieth not; love acteth not rashly, is not puffed up: 5Doth not behave indecently, seeketh not her own, is not provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not at iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth: 6Covereth all things, 7believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. 8Love never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. 9For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. 10And when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall vanish away. 11When I was a child, I talked as a child, I understood as a child, I reasoned as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12And now we see by means of a glass obscurely; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then I shall know even as also I am known. 13And now abide these three, faith, hope, love; but the greatest of these is love.