If I speak in the tongues men and of angels, but have love, I am only a resounding or a clanging cymbal. If I the gift of prophecy and can all mysteries and all knowledge, and I have a faith that can mountains, but have not love, I nothing. If I give all I to the poor and surrender my to the flames, but have not , I gain nothing.
Love is patient, is kind. It does not envy, does not boast, it is not . It is not rude, it is self-seeking, it is not easily angered, keeps no record of wrongs. Love not delight in evil but rejoices the truth. It always protects, always , always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never . But where there are prophecies, they cease; where there are tongues, they be stilled; where there is knowledge, will pass away. For we know part and we prophesy in part, when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. I was a child, I talked a child, I thought like a , I reasoned like a child. When became a man, I put childish behind me. Now we see but poor reflection as in a mirror; we shall see face to face. I know in part; then I know fully, even as I am known.
And now these three remain: , hope and love. But the greatest these is love.