Sometimes the images in this Psalm make me uncomfortable. They remind me a little too much of the mythical creatures I learned about in school who destroyed everything they touched. I wonder do I really want to be associated with a God who destroys?
Yet look at what is being destroyed:
sorrows of death
fear of wicked men
sorrows of hell/death/Hades
men who hated me
a day of calamity
Haven’t we all experienced at least some of those things? And don’t we all sometimes (often?) need a champion? Remember too that if something or someone is changed from what they were can’t we say that they