Chapter 13
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If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal.
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And if I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
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And if I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profiteth me nothing.
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Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
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doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not its own, is not provoked, taketh not account of evil;
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rejoiceth not in unrighteousness, but rejoiceth with the truth;
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beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
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Love never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall be done away; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall be done away.
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But we know in part, and we prophesy in part;
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yet when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
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When I was a child, I spake as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child: but now that I am become a man, I have put away childish things.
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For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known.
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But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love.
