If I speak in the tonguesa1 of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy2 and can fathom all mysteries3 and all knowledge,4 and if I have a faith5 that can move mountains,6 but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor7 and surrender my body to the flames,b8 but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient,9 love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.105
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,11 it is not easily angered,12 it keeps no record of wrongs.136
Love does not delight in evil14 but rejoices with the truth.157
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.16