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William Tyndale (1525-1530)
1 Corinthiens 13


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

2 And though I coulde prophesy and vnderstode 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 ye 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 dealeth

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

6 reioyseth not in iniquite: but reioyseth in ye 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 vnparfect and oure prophesyinge is vnperfet.

10 But when yt which is parfect is come then yt which is vnparfet shall be done awaye.

11 When I was a chylde I spake as a chylde I vnderstode 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 vnparfectly: 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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