“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.
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.
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.
Charity
suffereth long,
and is kind;
charity
envieth not;
charity
vaunteth not itself,
is not puffed up,
Doth not behave itself unseemly,
seeketh not her own,
is not easily provoked,
thinketh no evil;
Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth
Beareth all things,
believeth all things,
hopeth all things,
endureth all things.
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.
For we know in part,
and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
When I was a child,
I spake as a child,
I understood as a child,
I thought as a child: