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Chapter 13 |
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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, |
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| 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. |
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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. |
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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. |
