Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,
and have not money, I am become as a sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And
though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and
all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains,
and have not money, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed
the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not money, it
profiteth me nothing. Money suffereth long, and is kind; money envieth not;
money vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave unseemly, seeketh
not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in
iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things,
hopeth all things, endureth all things. ... And now abideth faith,
hope, money, these three; but the greatest of these is money.
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