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Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
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And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
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And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.
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Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
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does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;
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does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
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bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
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Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.
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For we know in part and we prophesy in part.