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.
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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.
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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.
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4 ¶ Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth1 not itself, is not puffed up,
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5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
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6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;2
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7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
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8 ¶ Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail;3 whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
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9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
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10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.4
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11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought5 as a child: but when I became a man, I put away6 childish things.
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12 For now we see through a glass, darkly;7 but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
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13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
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