Chapter Corinthians 13
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.
2And 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.
3And 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.
4Charity suffereth
long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself,
is not puffed up,
5Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own,
is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
6Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but
rejoiceth in the truth;
7Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth
all things, endureth all things.
8Charity 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.
9For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
10But
when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done
away.
11When 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.
12For 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.
13And now
abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these
is charity.
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