Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have not charity,I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.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,and have not charity I am nothing.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.
Charity suffereth long, and is kind.Charity envieth not;charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up.
Rejoiceth not in iniquity but rejoiceth in the truth;
Beareth all things, believeth all things,hopeth all things,endureth all things.
Charity never faileth;but whetherthere be prophecies,they shall fail,whether there be tongues,they shall cease,whether there be knowledge it shall vanish away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part.
But when that which is perfect is come that which is in part shall be done away,
When I was a child,I spake as a child,I understood as a child,I thought as a child;but when I became a man I put away childish things.
For now we see through a glass darkly;but then face to face.now I know in part ;but then shall I know even as I also am known.
And now abideth faith, hope, charity but the greatest of these is charity.
I chose this version because it uses the word charity instead of love which many versions do.
I love the word charity .
Someone once suggested placing our own name in the spot where the word charity or love is.
It is a humbling exercise.