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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.