If I speak the languages of men and of angels, but do not have love, I am a sounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have [the gift of] prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so that I can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.

And if I donate all my goods to feed the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient; love is kind. Love does not envy; is not boastful; is not conceited;

does not act improperly; is not selfish; is not provoked; does not keep a record of wrongs;

finds no joy in unrighteousness, but rejoices in the truth;

bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for languages, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end.

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

But when the perfect comes, the partial will come to an end.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put aside childish things.

For now we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, as I am fully known.

Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.