1

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging 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, but have not love, I am nothing.

3

And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

4

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;

5

does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;

6

does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;

7

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

8

Love never fails.