1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not
charity, I am become _as_ sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have _the gift_ of prophecy, and understand all
mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I
could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed _the poor_, and though I
give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me
nothing.
4 Charity suffereth long, _and_ is kind; charity envieth not;
charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not
easily provoked, thinketh no evil;