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1 ⲁ̅ ⲉⲓϣⲁⲛϣⲁϫⲉ ⲛⲛⲁⲥⲡⲉ ⲛⲛⲣⲱⲙⲉ ⲙⲛⲧⲁ ⲛⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲉⲙⲛⲧⲁⲓ ⲁⲅⲁⲡⲏ ⲇⲉ ⲙⲙⲁⲩ ⲛⲧⲁⲓ ⲣⲑⲉ ⲛⲟⲩϩⲟⲙⲛⲧ ⲉϥϯϩⲣⲟⲟⲩ ⲏ ⲟⲩⲕⲩⲙⲃⲁⲗⲟⲛ ⲉϥⲱϣ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ
Though I speak in the ‘tongues’ of people, or even of angels, yet have not love, I have become mere echoing brass, or a clanging cymbal!
2 ⲃ̅ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲉϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲟⲩⲛⲧⲁⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲡⲣⲟⲫⲏⲧⲓⲁ ⲧⲁⲉⲓⲙⲉ ⲉⲙⲙⲩⲥⲧⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲙⲛ ⲡⲥⲟⲟⲩⲛ ⲧⲏⲣϥ ⲕⲁⲛ ⲉⲩⲛⲧⲁⲓ ⲧⲡⲓⲥⲧⲓⲥ ⲧⲏⲣⲥ ϩⲱⲥⲧⲉ ⲉⲡⲉⲛⲉⲧⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲉⲙⲛ ⲁⲅⲁⲡⲏ ⲇⲉ ⲛϩⲏⲧ ⲁⲛⲅ ⲟⲩⲗⲁⲁⲩ
Even though I have the gift of preaching, and fathom all hidden truths and all the depths of knowledge; even though I have such faith as might move mountains, yet have not love, I am nothing!
3 ⲅ̅ ⲕⲁⲛⲉⲓϣⲁⲛⲧⲙⲙⲟ ⲛⲛⲁϩⲩⲡⲁⲣⲭⲟⲛⲧⲁ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲧⲁϯ ⲙⲡⲁⲥⲱⲙⲁ ϫⲉ ⲉⲓⲉϣⲟⲩϣⲟⲩ ⲙⲙⲟⲓ ⲉⲙⲛⲧⲁⲓ ⲁⲅⲁⲡⲏ ⲇⲉ ⲙⲙⲁⲩ ⲛϯⲛⲁϯϩⲏⲩ ⲁⲛ ⲛⲗⲁⲁⲩ
Even though I dole my substance to the poor, even though I sacrifice my body in order to boast, yet have not love, it avails me nothing!
Love is long-suffering, and kind; love is never envious, never boastful, never conceited, never behaves unbecomingly;
love is never self-seeking, never provoked, never reckons up her wrongs;
love never rejoices at evil, but rejoices in the triumph of truth;
love bears with all things, ever trustful, ever hopeful, ever patient.
Love never fails. But, whether it be the gift of preaching, it will end; whether it be the gift of ‘tongues,’ it will cease; whether it be knowledge, it, too, will vanish.
For our knowledge is incomplete, and our preaching is incomplete,
but, when the perfect has come, that which is incomplete will end.
11 ⲓ̅ⲁ̅ ⲙⲡⲉⲩⲟⲉⲓϣ ⲉⲓⲟ ⲛⲕⲟⲩⲓ ⲛⲉⲉⲓϣⲁϫⲉ ⲡⲉ ϩⲱⲥ ⲕⲟⲩⲓ ⲛⲉⲓⲙⲉⲉⲩⲉ ϩⲱⲥ ⲕⲟⲩⲓ ⲛⲉⲓϣⲟϫⲛⲉ ϩⲱⲥ ⲕⲟⲩⲓ ⲛⲧⲉⲣⲓⲣⲛⲟϭ ⲇⲉ ⲁⲓⲟⲩⲱⲥϥ ⲛⲛⲁ ⲡⲕⲟⲩⲓ
When I was a child, I talked as a child, I felt as a child, I reasoned as a child; now that I am a man, I have done with childish ways.
12 ⲓ̅ⲃ̅ ⲧⲛⲛⲁⲩ ⲅⲁⲣ ⲧⲉⲛⲟⲩ ϩⲓⲧⲛ ⲟⲩⲉⲓⲁⲗ ϩⲛ ⲟⲩϩⲣⲃ ⲙⲛⲛⲥⲱⲥ ⲇⲉ ⲛϩⲟ ϩⲓ ϩⲟ ⲧⲉⲛⲟⲩ ⲅⲁⲣ ⲉⲓⲉⲓⲙⲉ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲛ ⲟⲩⲙⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲙⲛⲛⲥⲱⲥ ⲇⲉ ϯⲛⲁⲥⲟⲟⲩⲛ ⲕⲁⲧⲁ ⲑⲉ ⲟⲛ ⲉⲛⲧⲁⲩⲥⲟⲩⲱⲛⲧ
As yet we see, in a mirror, dimly, but then – face to face! As yet my knowledge is incomplete, but then I will know in full, as I have been fully known.
Meanwhile faith, hope, and love endure – these three, but the greatest of these is love.
