The wicked plotteth against the just, and gnasheth upon him with his teeth. The Lord shall laugh at him: for he seeth that his day is coming

Psalm 37:12-13

In shadowed council, wicked hearts contrive,
Against the just they weave their dark design,
With grinding teeth they rage, their malice live,
To crush the righteous in their cruel design.
Yet from His throne on high, the Lord looks down,
And laughter breaks upon the courts of heaven;
The plots of men, their fury and their frown,
Are but a jest, their power soon riven.
For He beholds the day that swiftly nears,
When evil’s blade shall turn upon its own,
When every scheme dissolves in bitter tears,
And wicked breath shall cease, their pride o’erthrown.
So fret not at the snarling of the foe—
The Lord’s derision seals their coming woe.