Though I have all my faith
so that could remove montains
And have not love
I'm locking
It profiteth me nothing

Though I bestow all goods
to feed the poor and my body to burned
And have not love
I'm locking
It profiteth me nothing

Love suffereth long
envyed not
vaunteth not itself
it's not puffed up

Now abideth
love, faith and hope
but the greatest of these three
it's the love