Rotherham(i)
1 Although with the tongues of men, I be speaking, and of messengers, and have not, love, I have become resounding brass, or a clanging cymbal;
2 And, though I have [the gift of] prophesying, and know all sacred secrets, and all knowledge,––and though I have all faith, so as to be removing mountains, and have not, love, I am, nothing;
3 And, though I morsel out all my goods,––and though I deliver up my body, that I may boast, and have not, love, I am profited, nothing.