THOUGH I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not
love, I am become as sounding brass, and tinkling cymbal. (2)And though
I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries, and all manner of
science; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains,
but have not love, I am nothing. (3)And if I deal out all my goods in
alms, and deliver up my body that I should be burned, but have not
love, I am nothing advantaged by it. (4)Love is long-suffering, is
kind; love envieth not; love is no vain boaster, is not inflated _with
pride_, (5)doth not act unseemly, seeketh not her own advantage, is not
passionate, thinketh no evil; (6)rejoiceth not in unrighteousness, but
rejoiceth in the truth; (7)beareth all things, believeth all things,
hopeth all things, endureth all things. (8)Love never faileth: but if
there be prophetic gifts, they shall be no more; if tongues, they shall
cease; if science, it shall vanish away. (9)For we know partially, and
prophesy partially. (10)But when that which is perfect cometh, then
that which is in part shall be done away. (11)When I was a child, I
spake as a child, I thought as a child, I reasoned as a child: but when
I grew a man, I put away childish things. (12)For now we see by
reflected light, indistinctly; but then face to face: now I know
partially; but then shall I know even as I am known. (13)But now
abideth faith, hope, love, these three; but the greater of these is
love.