1 Coríntios 13
1 Though I could speak with the tongues of men, of angels, but have not love, I become as sounding brass, or a noisy cymbal.
2 And though I have prophecy, and know all secrets, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
3 And though I spend all my goods in feeding the poor, and though I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I am nothing profited.
4 Love suffers long, and is kind. Love envies not. Love does not vaunt; is not puffed up;
5 does not behave itself unbecomingly; does not seek its own things; is not exasperated; does not imagine evil;
6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but greatly rejoices in the truth:
7 covers all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails: but, whether prophecies, they will be out of use: or foreign languages, they shall cease: or science, it shall be abolished.
9 For we know only in part, and prophesy in part.
10 But when perfection is come, then what is in part will be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I conceived as a child, I reasoned as a child. But when I became a man, I put away childish things.
12 For now we seek through a glass obscurely; but then, face to face: now, I know in part; but then, I shall fully know, even as I am fully known.
13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three: but the greatest of these is love.