1 Akorinitho 13
1 Atĩrĩrĩ, o na ingĩaria na thiomi cia andũ o na cia araika, no ngorwo itarĩ na wendani-rĩ, ingĩkorwo ndĩ o ta kĩndũ kĩa rũthuku kĩrĩa kĩgambaga kĩaringwo, kana o ta thaani ĩrĩa ĩhũũrithanagio ĩkagamba.
Though I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have no love, I am become a clanging brass, or a clashing cymbal.
2 Ingĩkorwo ndĩ na kĩheo gĩa kũratha ũhoro, na ngorwo no hote kũmenya maũndũ mothe ma hitho na ngagĩa na ũmenyo wothe, na ingĩkorwo ndĩ na wĩtĩkio ũrĩa ũngĩhota gũthaamia irĩma, no ndirĩ na wendani-rĩ, ndirĩ bata o na hanini.
Though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
3 Ingĩheana indo ciakwa ciothe kũrĩ andũ arĩa athĩĩni, o na heane mwĩrĩ wakwa ũcinwo, no ngorwo ndirĩ na wendani-rĩ, ndingĩgunĩka.
And though I sell all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it avails me nothing.
4 Wendani nĩũkiranagĩrĩria, na wendani nĩũtuganaga. Ndũiguanagĩra ũiru, na ndwĩgaathaga, o na ndũrĩ mwĩtĩĩo.
Love suffers long and is kind; love envies not; love makes no parade, is not puffed up,
5 Wendani ndũrĩ rũtũrĩko, na ndũcaragia ũrĩa ũngĩĩguna, o na ndũhiũhaga kũrakara, na ndũtaraga maita marĩa ũhĩtĩirio.
is not rude, nor selfish, nor easily provoked. Love bears no malice, never rejoices over wrong-doing,
6 Ningĩ wendani ndũkenagĩra ũũru, no nĩũkenagĩra ũhoro wa ma.
but rejoices when the truth rejoices.
7 Wendani nĩũgitanagĩra hĩndĩ ciothe, na ũgetĩkia maũndũ mothe, na nĩwĩrĩgagĩrĩra hĩndĩ ciothe, o na ũkomĩrĩria hĩndĩ ciothe.
It knows how to be silent, it is trustful, hopeful, patient, enduring.
8 Wendani ndũthiraga. No akorwo nĩ morathi, nĩmagathira; o na thiomi nĩigathira; na kũmenya maũndũ o nakuo nĩgũgathira.
Love never fails; but though there are prophecies, they will fail; though there are tongues, they will cease; though there is knowledge, it will be superseded.
9 Nĩgũkorwo tũmenyaga maũndũ o gĩcunjĩ, na tũrathaga maũndũ o gĩcunjĩ,
For our knowing is imperfect, and our prophesying is imperfect;
10 no hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ũndũ ũrĩa mũkinyanĩru ũgooka-rĩ, ũndũ ũrĩa ũtarĩ mũkinyanĩru nĩũgaathira.
but when the perfect is come, then the perfect will be done away.
11 Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ndaarĩ kaana-rĩ, ndaaragia o ta kaana, na ndeeciiragia o ta kaana, na ndaataranagia maũndũ o ta kaana. No hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ndaatuĩkire mũndũ mũgima-rĩ, ngĩtigana na maũndũ ma wana.
When I was a child I spoke like a child, felt like a child, thought like a child; now that I am become a man, I have done with childish things.
12 Rĩu tuonaga maũndũ na mairia, ta kuona na gĩcicio; no hĩndĩ ĩyo tũkoonaga ta andũ makĩonana ũthiũ kwa ũthiũ. Rĩu njũũĩ maũndũ o gĩcunjĩ; hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩngamenya maũndũ wega, o ta ũrĩa niĩ njũũĩo wega.
For now we see as in a mirror, and are baffled, but then face to face; now I know in fragments, but then shall I understand even as I also have been understood.
13 Na rĩu, maũndũ maya matatũ nĩ ma gũtũũra: wĩtĩkio, na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro, o na wendani. No ũrĩa mũnene wamo nĩ wendani.
Faith, Hope, Love endure - these three; but the greatest of these is Love.
