The way beyond all of them
1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels but have no love, I am a booming gong, a clanging cymbal. 2If I have prophecy, if I know every mystery and all knowledge, if I have faith enough to move mountains but have no love, I am nothing. 3If I give away everything I own, if I hand over my body so that I may boast of it, but have no love, I gain nothing. 4Love is slow to anger, love is kind. Love does not envy, does not parade itself, is never puffed up, 5is never crude, does not insist on its own way, is not quick to take offense, keeps no account of wrongs. 6It takes no joy in injustice; it rejoices with the truth. 7It bears everything, believes everything, hopes everything, endures everything. 8Love never falls. Prophecies will cease, tongues will fall silent, knowledge will pass away. 9For our knowledge is partial and our prophecy is partial, 10and when what is whole arrives, the partial passes away. 11When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I thought as a child, I reasoned as a child; when I became a man, I was done with childish things. 12For now we see by way of a mirror, in riddles; then we will see face to face. Now I know in part; then I will know fully, as I have been fully known. 13So these three remain: faith, hope, love. And the greatest of them is love.
