| Chapter 13 |
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If with the tongues of men and of messengers I speak, and have not love, I have become brass sounding, or a cymbal tinkling; |
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and if I have prophecy, and know all the secrets, and all the knowledge, and if I have all the faith, so as to remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing; |
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and if I give away to feed others all my goods, and if I give up my body that I may be burned, and have not love, I am profited nothing. |
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The love is long-suffering, it is kind, the love doth not envy, the love doth not vaunt itself, is not puffed up, |
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doth not act unseemly, doth not seek its own things, is not provoked, doth not impute evil, |
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rejoiceth not over the unrighteousness, and rejoiceth with the truth; |
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all things it beareth, all it believeth, all it hopeth, all it endureth. |
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The love doth never fail; and whether there be prophecies, they shall become useless; whether tongues, they shall cease; whether knowledge, it shall become useless; |
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for in part we know, and in part we prophecy; |
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and when that which is perfect may come, then that which is in part shall become useless. |
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When I was a babe, as a babe I was speaking, as a babe I was thinking, as a babe I was reasoning, and when I have become a man, I have made useless the things of the babe; |
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for we see now through a mirror obscurely, and then face to face; now I know in part, and then I shall fully know, as also I was known; |
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and now there doth remain faith, hope, love -- these three; and the greatest of these is love. |
