Though I speak the tongues of men and of angels, yet if I have not love, I am like a clanging bell or a clanging cymbal. Though I have the gift of knowing all mysteries and all knowledge, if I have not love, I am nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, it does not abuse, it does not seek its own interests, it is not easily angered, it does not bear a grudge, love does not rejoice in unrighteousness but rejoices in the truth, it bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things, love never perishes. But when that which is perfect has come, that which is imperfect will disappear.