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Chapter 13 |
| 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. |
