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.

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.

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.

4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity
envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not
puffed up,

5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her
own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;

6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the
truth;

7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all
things, endureth all things.

8 Charity never faileth: but whether there be
prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be
tongues, they shall cease; whether there be
knowledge, it shall vanish away.

9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

10 But when that which is perfect is come, then
that which is in part shall be done away.

11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I
understood as a child, I thought as a child: but
when I became a man, I put away childish things.

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.

13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these
three; but the greatest of these is charity.