CAB(i)
1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become as sounding brass or a clashing cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries 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 give away all my possessions to feed the poor, and though I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind; love does not envy; love does not boast, is not puffed up;
5 does not behave disgracefully, does not seek its own, is not provoked to anger, thinks no evil;
6 does not rejoice over unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;
7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they shall pass away; whether there are tongues, they shall cease; whether there is knowledge, it shall pass away.