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William Tyndale (1534)
1 Corinthiens 13

1 Though I spake with the tonges of men and angels, and yet had no love I were even as soundinge brasse: or as a tynklynge Cymball.

2 And though I coulde prophesy, and understode all secretes, and all knowledge: yee yf I had all fayth so that I coulde move moutayns oute of ther places, and yet had no love, I were nothynge.

3 And though I bestowed all my gooddes to fede the poore and though I gave my body even that I burned, and yet had no love it profeteth me nothinge.

4 Love suffreth longe, and is corteous. Love envieth not. Love doth not frowardly swelleth not,

5 dealeth not dishonestly, seketh not her awne, is not provoked to anger, thynketh not evyll,

6 reioyseth not in iniquite: but reioyseth in the trueth

7 suffreth all thynge beleveth all thynges hopeth all thynges endureth in all thynges.

8 Though that prophesyinge fayle, other tonges shall cease, or knowledge vanysshe awaye, yet love falleth never awaye.

9 For oure knowledge is unparfect, and oure prophesyinge is unperfet.

10 But when that which is parfect is come, then yt which is unparfet shall be done awaye.

11 When I was a chylde, I spake as a chylde, I understode as a childe, I ymagened as a chylde. But assone as I was a man, I put awaye childesshnes.

12 Now we se in a glasse even in a darke speakynge: but then shall we se face to face. Now I knowe unparfectly: but then shall I knowe even as I am knowen.

13 Now abideth fayth, hope, and love even these thre: but the chefe of these is love.

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