1If I could speak in every tongue of men, and in that of angels, and there should be no love in me, I should be like brass that resoundeth, or the cymbal that maketh a noise. 2And if there should be in me the gift of prophecy, and I should understand all the mysteries, and every science; and if there should be in me all faith, so that I could move mountains, and love should not be in me, I should be nothing. 3And if I should feed out to the destitute all I possess; and if I should give my body to be burned; and there should be no love in me, I gain nothing. 4Love is long-suffering, and is kind; love is not envious; love is not boisterous; and is not inflated; 5and doth nothing that causeth shame; and seeketh not her own; is not passionate; and thinketh no evil; 6rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; 7beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all, and endureth all. 8Love will never cease. But prophesyings will end; and tongues will be silent; and knowledge will vanish. 9For we know but partially; and we prophesy but partially. 10But when completeness shall come, then that which is partial will vanish away. 11When I was a child, I talked as a child, and I reasoned as a child, and I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I laid aside the things of childhood. 12And now we see, as by a mirror, in similitude; but then face to face: now I know partially; but then shall I know, just as I am known. 13For these three things are abiding, faith, and hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love.