1 Coríntios 13

¹ Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, 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 as to remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing.

³ And though I give all my goods to feed the poor, and deliver up my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.

⁴ Love suffereth long and is kind; love envieth not; love acteth not rashly, is not puffed up:

⁵ Doth not behave indecently, seeketh not her own, is not provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not at iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth:

⁶ Covereth all things,

⁷ believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

⁸ Love 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.

⁹ For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

¹⁰ And when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall vanish away.

¹¹ When I was a child, I talked as a child, I understood as a child, I reasoned as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

¹² And now we see by means of a glass obscurely; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then I shall know even as also I am known.

¹³ And now abide these three, faith, hope, love; but the greatest of these is love.