When I was working my way through college throughout the summer I had my own apartment in Linwood, NJ and worked at Golf and Tennis World in Atlantic City. I would periodically be given tickets to see boxing bouts at the casinos in Atlantic City and I would love to go. I loved boxing, in high school for a couple of years a few of my friends and I bought gloves and boxed, just to the body. It was fun. I loved watching boxing because it would go back and forth and when you thought someone had a bout locked up, the other person would come back and win. It was exciting.
These Psalms feel like a boxing match. At the beginning you have the author calling out to God for help (vs.1-2). He lists the negative attributes of his enemy, but by doing so builds up his enemy as a formidable foe (vs.3-5). Once he builds them up he gets to a point where it seems like he is going down for the count, well, God then comes to his rescue (vs.7-9). Then he ends the psalm with a celebration and a victory dance (vs.10). A bit like what Freddy Mercury had to say in this song (please pardon the outfit, I don’t condone it):