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T
hough I speak with the tongues of men and angels,
And have not love,
I am no better than a clanging gong or a brass bell.
And though I have the gift of prophecy, and know every hidden mystery; and though I have faith enough to move mountains,
And have not love,
I am nothing.
And though I give away all I own to the poor, and offer my body to be burned,
And have not love, I do not gain a thing.
Love is patient, love is kind,
Love knows not jealousy,
Love is never boastful, nor proud, nor unseemly.
Love is not selfish nor easily provoked.
Love knows nothing of wrong and does not rejoice at the misfortune of others. It only delights in the Truth.
There is nothing love cannot bear, no limit to its faith, its hope, or its endurance.
The reign of love will never end.
But where there are prophesies, they will end;
Mere there are tongues of ecstasy, they will end;
Where there is knowledge, it will end.
For our knowledge is only of a part, and our prophesies tell of but a part.
And that which is a part vanishes with the arrival of the whole.
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