Noyes(i)
1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give up my body that I may be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.
4 Love suffereth long, is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not herself, is not puffed up,
5 doth not behave herself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, maketh no account of an injury,
6 rejoiceth not at iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth,
7 beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8 Love never faileth; but whether there are prophesyings, they will come to an end; whether tongues, they will cease; whether knowledge, it will be done away.