Love

1If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I have been the brass of echoes, and the shouting cymbal. 2And if I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries, and all knowledge; and if I have all faith to remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing. 3And if I feed out all my goods, and if I deliver my body that I be burned, and have not love, I am profited nothing.

4Love is slow to anger, possesses kindness; love envies not; love vaunts not itself, is not puffed up, 5It demeans itself not unbecomingly, seeks not the things of itself, is not irritated, reckons no evil; 6Rejoices not at injustice, and rejoices with the truth; 7Covers all things, believes all, hopes all things, endures all.

8Love never falters: but whether gifts of prophecies, they shall be left unemployed; whether tongues, they shall cease; whether knowledge, it shall be left unemployed. 9For we know by parts, and we prophesy by parts. 10And when the perfected come, then shall that by parts be left unemployed. 11When I was a child, as a child I spake, as a child I thought, as a child I reckoned: and when I had become a man, I left unemployed the things of a child. 12For now we see by a mirror in an enigma; then face to face: now I know by parts; and then shall I know as I was known. 13And now remains faith, hope, love, these three; and the greater of these, love.