| Chapter 13
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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. |
