“You formed my inward parts.
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you!
I am fearfully made.
I am wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works!
I know them very well.
My frame was not hidden from you.
I was being made in secret.
I was intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.
In your book were written
All the days that was formed for me,
When none of them as yet existed.
How weighty to me are your thoughts!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them,
They are more than the sand.
I come to the end.
I am still with you.”
In beautiful colorful language, David, the psalmist, describes his life in the womb, and how he came to be. He was knit together in the womb of his mother by Yahweh. Thus pregnancy is time of knitting. He was made in secret as Yahweh intricately wove him in the depths of the womb. Earth was like the womb. He praised Yahweh for the wonderful work he had become, even as an unformed substance in the womb of his mother. Yahweh had this book of life where he kept track of his future days here on earth. The thoughts of Yahweh are so vast and deep that they cannot be counted because they are like the sands of the seashore. Even now, that his life is now ending, he still was with Yahweh. This is a masterful section about the womb as a place where Yahweh was knitting and weaving the human before his birth. What a powerful argument against abortion.