American King James Version
"That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the LORD, and there is none else. "
— Isaiah 45:6, American King James Version
“That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the Lord, and there is none else.”
“that they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none besides me: I am Jehovah, and there is none else. ”
“that they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none besides me. I am Yahweh, and there is no one else.”
“I do this so people will recognize from east to west that there is no God but me; I am the LORD, I have no peer.”
“That they may know who are from the rising of the sun, and they who are from the west, that there is none besides me. I am the Lord, and there is none else:”
“So that they may see from the east and from the west that there is no God but me: I am the Lord, and there is no other.”
“That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the Lord, and there is none else.”
And I will give you the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places, that you may know that I, the LORD, which call you by your name, am the God of Israel.
For Jacob my servant’s sake, and Israel my elect, I have even called you by your name: I have surnamed you, though you have not known me. ¶
I am the LORD, and there is none else, there is no God beside me: I girded you, though you have not known me:
That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the LORD, and there is none else.
I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things.
Drop down, you heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness: let the earth open, and let them bring forth salvation, and let righteousness spring up together; I the LORD have created it.
Woe to him that strives with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashions it, What make you? or your work, He has no hands?