ThoughI speakwith thetonguesof menandof angels, andhavenotcharity, I am become as soundingbrass, ora tinklingcymbal. AndthoughI have the gift of prophecy, andunderstandallmysteries, andallknowledge; andthoughI haveallfaith, so thatI could removemountains, andhavenotcharity, I amnothing. AndthoughI bestow all my goods to feed the poor, andthoughI givemybodytobe burned, andhavenotcharity, it profitethme nothing. Charitysuffereth long, and is kind; charityenviethnot; charityvaunteth not itself, is notpuffed up, Doth notbehave itself unseemly, seekethnother own, is noteasily provoked, thinkethnoevil; Rejoicethnotininiquity, butrejoicethin thetruth; Bearethall things, believethall things, hopethall things, endurethall things. Charityneverfaileth: butwhether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. Forwe knowinpart, andwe prophesyinpart. Butwhenthat which is perfectis come, thenthatwhich is inpartshall be done away. WhenI wasa child, I spakeasa child, I understoodasa child, I thoughtasa child: butwhenI becamea man, I put awaychildish things. Fornowwe seethrougha glass, darkly; butthenfacetoface: nowI knowinpart; butthenshall I knoweven asalsoI am known. Andnowabidethfaith, hope, charity, thesethree; butthe greatestof these is charity.