Psalm 35 is such a grand picture of God as our warrior.

Verses 1-3 are indeed stirring.

Plead my cause, O Lord,
with those who fight against me.
Take hold of shield and buckler,
And stand up for my help.
Also draw out the spear,
And stop those who pursue me.
Say to my soul,
"I am your salvation."

Now those are words of strength and comfort. If we have
God fighting on our behalf where is worry, where is fear,
where is the shrinking soul?

I also like these words in verse 10.

All my bones shall say,
"Lord, who is like You."

Ha. My bones often speak to me, but not so often about
the Lord. More often they say, "You idiot, you know you
shouldn't be playing softball at your advanced age!"