Whiston(i)
1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have no charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4 Charity suffereth long, [and] is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not it self, is not puffed up,
5 Doth not behave it self unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil,
6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth:
7 Covereth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8 Charity never faileth: but whether prophecies, they shall fail; whether tongues, they shall cease; whether knowledge, it shall vanish away.