| Chapter 13 |
1 | If I can speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but am destitute of Love, I have but become a loud-sounding trumpet or a clanging cymbal. |
2 | If I possess the gift of prophecy and am versed in all mysteries and all knowledge, and have such absolute faith that I can remove mountains, but am destitute of Love, I am nothing. |
3 | And if I distribute all my possessions to the poor, and give up my body to be burned, but am destitute of Love, it profits me nothing. |
4 | Love is patient and kind. Love knows neither envy nor jealousy. Love is not forward and self-assertive, nor boastful and conceited. |
5 | She does not behave unbecomingly, nor seek to aggrandize herself, nor blaze out in passionate anger, nor brood over wrongs. |
6 | She finds no pleasure in injustice done to others, but joyfully sides with the truth. |
7 | She knows how to be silent. She is full of trust, full of hope, full of patient endurance. |
8 | Love never fails. But if there are prophecies, they will be done away with; if there are languages, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be brought to an end. |
9 | For our knowledge is imperfect, and so is our prophesying; |
10 | but when the perfect state of things is come, all that is imperfect will be brought to an end. |
11 | When I was a child, I talked like a child, felt like a child, reasoned like a child: when I became a man, I put from me childish ways. |
12 | For the present we see things as if in a mirror, and are puzzled; but then we shall see them face to face. For the present the knowledge I gain is imperfect; but then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. |
13 | And so there remain Faith, Hope, Love--these three; and of these the greatest is Love. |