Be surety for thy servant for good: Let not the proud oppress me.
By so much was Jesus made a surety of a better testament.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
Thou hast rebuked the proud That are cursed, which do err from thy commandments.
Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
Let not the foot of pride come against me, And let not the hand of the wicked remove me.
I will be surety for him; of my hand shalt thou require him: if I bring him not unto thee, and set him before thee, then let me bear the blame for ever: