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.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become as sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I speak in the tongues (or, languages) of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I [can] spea in the tongues of men and [even] of angels, but have not love (that reasoning, intentional, spiritual devotion such as is inspired by God's love for and in us), I am only a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
If in the languages of men I speak and the languages of the angels but do not have love [Greek word here used of God's love produced in the heart of the yielded saint by the Holy Spirit, a love that impels one to deny himself for the sake of the loved one], I have already become at present am sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
If I speak with the eloquence of men and of angels, but have no love, I become no more than blaring brass or crashing cymbal.
If I could speak the languages of men, of angels too, and have no love, I am only a rattling pan or a clashing cymbal.
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