1 Corinthians 13
Though
I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,
but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
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,
but have not love, I am nothing.
And
though I bestow all my goods to feed the
poor,
and though I give my body to be burned,
but have not love, it profits me nothing.
Love
suffers long and is
kind.
Love
does not envy; love does not parade itself,
is not puffed up; does not behave rudely,
does not seek its own,
is not provoked,
thinks no evil;
does not rejoice in iniquity,
but
rejoices
in the truth,
bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things.
Love
never fails.
But where there
are prophecies,
they will fail;
where there
are tongues,
they will cease;
where there
is knowledge,
it will vanish away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part.
But when that which is perfect has come,
then that which is in part will be done away.
When
I was a child,
I spoke as a child,
I understood as a child,
I thought as a child;
but when I became a man,
I put away childish things.
For now we see in a mirror, dimly,
but then face to face.
Now I know in part,
but then I shall know just as I also am known.
And
now abide faith, hope, love, these three;
but the greatest of these is love.