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13 Though I speak with the tongues of man and angels, and do not have love, I am as sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.

And though I may have the gift of prophecy, and know all secrets and all knowledge; indeed, if I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and do not have love, I am nothing.

And though I feed the poor with all my goods, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profits me nothing.

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