1Though I speak with the tongues of menand of angels, andhavenotcharity, I am become as soundingbrass, or a tinklingcymbal.
2Andthough I have the gift of prophecy, andunderstandallmysteries, andallknowledge; andthough I haveallfaith, so that I could removemountains, andhavenotcharity, I amnothing.
3Andthough I bestowallmygoodstofeed the poor, andthough I givemybodyto be burned, andhavenotcharity, it profiteth menothing.
4Charity suffereth long, and iskind; charityenviethnot; charityvauntethnotitself, isnot puffed up,
6Rejoicethnotininiquity, butrejoicethin the truth;
7Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8Charityneverfaileth: butwhether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
9For we knowinpart, and we prophesyinpart.
10Butwhen that which is perfect is come, then that which is inpart shall be done away.
11When I was a child, I spakeas a child, I understoodas a child, I thoughtas a child: butwhen I became a man, I put away childish things.
12Fornow we seethrough a glass, darkly; butthenfacetoface: now I knowinpart; butthen shall I know even asalso I am known.
13Andnowabidethfaith, hope, charity, thesethree; but the greatest of these is charity.