¹ Although with the tongues of men, I be speaking, and of messengers, and have not, love, I have become resounding brass, or a clanging cymbal;

² And, though I have [the gift of] prophesying, and know all sacred secrets, and all knowledge,—and though I have all faith, so as to be removing mountains, and have not, love, I am, nothing;

³ And, though I morsel out all my goods,—and though I deliver up my body, that I may boast, and have not, love, I am profited, nothing.

⁴ Love, is patient, is gracious. Love, is not envious, vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,

⁵ Acteth not unbecomingly, seeketh not her own things, is not easily provoked, imputeth not that which is base,

⁶ Rejoiceth not over unrighteousness, but rejoiceth in sympathy with truth,—

⁷ All things, covereth, all things, believeth, all things, hopeth, all things, endureth.

⁸ Love, at no time, faileth;—but, whether prophesyings, they shall be done away, whether tongues, they shall cease, whether gaining knowledge, it shall be done away;

⁹ For, in part, are we gaining knowledge, and, in part, are we prophesying,—

¹⁰ But, as soon as that which is complete is come, that which is in part, shall be done away.

¹¹ When I was a child, I used to speak as a child, to prefer as child, to reason as a child: now I have become a man, I have laid aside the things of the child!

¹² For we see, as yet, through a dim window, obscurely, but, then, face to face: as yet, I gain knowledge, in part, but, then, shall I fully know, even as I was also fully known.

¹³ But, now abide—faith, hope, love,—these three; but, the greatest of these, is, love.