Toward the end of my life, I became sad and disillusioned. I am Elizabeth. (Bows) My husband Zacharias had been not only a righteous man but a priest in the temple in Jerusalem. He had had a fulfilling life. I had tried to be a righteous woman. I loved God and I loved my husband but pangs of jealousy bothered me. He was successful in his life and I was not. I had no children which was an element of sorrow for me. I felt it was not my fault, but I felt unfulfilled knowing that most women had already raised their families. There was nothing I wanted more than a family and I had none. Of course, my husband did not understand the complexity of the problem or of my feelings. He had his job and he did it well. He received self-esteem and satisfaction from the public, and also from God.

Zacharia…