If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, yet have not love, I am become sounding brass and a clanging cymbal.
And if I have prophecy, and know all the mysteries and all the knowledge, and if I have all the faith so as to remove mountains, yet have not love, I am nothing.
And if I should dole out in food all my substance, and if I should deliver my body that I might be burned, and have not love, I am nothing profited.
Love is long-suffering, is kind; love is not emulous, is not vain-glorious, is not puffed up,
doth not behave unseemly, seeketh not its own things, is not easily provoked, reckoneth not the evil,
rejoiceth not over iniquity, but rejoiceth with the truth,
beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Love never faileth, but whether prophecies, they shall be done away; whether tongues, they shall cease; whether knowledge, it shall be done away.
For in part we know, and in part we prophesy;
but when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part shall be done away.
When I was a child, I talked as a child, I thought as a child, I reckoned as a child; when I am become a man, I have done with the things of a child.
For we see now through a mirror in a dark form, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall fully know, even as I also was fully known.
But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; but [the] greater of these [is] love.