[1] If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am
a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. [2] And if I have prophetic powers, and
understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as
to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. [3] If I give away
all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I
gain nothing. [4] Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or
boastful; [5] it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own
way; it is not irritable or resentful; [6] it does not rejoice at wrong,
but rejoices in the right. [7] Love bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things. [8] Love never ends; as for
prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for
knowledge, it will pass away. [9] For our knowledge is imperfect and our
prophecy is imperfect; [10] but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will
pass away. [11] When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a
child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish
ways. [12] For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I
know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully
understood. [13] So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest
of these is love.
