If I have the gift of prophecy1 and can fathom all mysteries2 and all knowledge,3 and if I have a faith4 that can move mountains,5 but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor6 and surrender my body to the flames,a7 but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient,8 love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.95
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,10 it is not easily angered,11 it keeps no record of wrongs.126
Love does not delight in evil13 but rejoices with the truth.147
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.158
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies,16 they will cease; where there are tongues,17 they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part18 and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes,19 the imperfect disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways20 behind me.
Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror;21 then we shall see face to face.22 Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.23