1 Corinthians 13 Though I spake with the tonges of me and angels and yet had no love I were eve as soundinge brasse: or as a tynklynge Cymball.

Tyndale⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Though I spake with the tonges of me and angels and yet had no love I were eve as soundinge brasse: or as a tynklynge Cymball. ² And though I coulde prophesy and vnderstode all secretes and all knowledge: yee yf I had all fayth so that I coulde move moutayns oute of ther places and yet had no love I were nothynge. ³ And though I bestowed all my gooddes to fede ye poore and though I gave my body even that I burned and yet had no love it profeteth me nothinge. ⁴ Love suffreth longe and is corteous. Love envieth not. Love doth not frowardly swelleth not dealeth ⁵ not dishonestly seketh not her awne is not provoked to anger thynketh not evyll ⁶ reioyseth not in iniquite: but reioyseth in ye trueth ⁷ suffreth all thynge beleveth all thynges hopeth all thynges endureth in all thynges. ⁸ Though that prophesyinge fayle other tonges shall cease) or knowledge vanysshe awaye yet love falleth never awaye ⁹ For oure knowledge is vnparfect and oure prophesyinge is vnperfet. ¹⁰ But when yt which is parfect is come then yt which is vnparfet shall be done awaye. ¹¹ When I was a chylde I spake as a chylde I vnderstode as a childe I ymagened as a chylde. But assone as I was a man I put awaye childesshnes. ¹² Now we se in a glasse even in a darke speakynge: but then shall we se face to face. Now I knowe vnparfectly: but then shall I knowe even as I am knowen. ¹³ Now abideth fayth hope and love even these thre: but the chefe of these is love.