| Chapter 13 |
1 | Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
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2 | 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, and have not charity, I am nothing.
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3 | And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
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4 | Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
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5 | Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not its own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
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6 | Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
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7 | Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
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8 | Charity never faileth: but whether there are prophecies, they shall fail; whether there are languages, they shall cease; whether there is knowledge, it shall vanish away.
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9 | For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
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10 | But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
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11 | 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.
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12 | For now we see through a glass darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
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13 | And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
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