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.
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don’t have love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
If in speaking I use human tongues
and angelic as well,
but do not have love,
I am nothing more than a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
and angelic as well,
but do not have love,
I am nothing more than a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
