If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a ringing gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have absolute faith so as to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and exult in the surrender of my body, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no account of wrongs. . . .

I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; she is to remain quiet.

She opens her mouth with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

Truly I tell you, wherever this gospel is preached in all the world, what she has done will also be told in memory of her.”

Now Deborah, a prophetess, the wife of Lappidoth, was judging Israel at that time.