Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become as sounding brass or a clanging 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, but have not love, I am nothing.
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.
Love suffers long and is kind;
Love does not envy;
Love does not parade itself, is not puffed up.
Love does not behave rudely;
Love does not seek its own;
Love is not provoked, thinks no evil.
Love does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in truth.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:1 - 8a