6:1 To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.
6:2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
6:3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
6:4 Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.
6:5 For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise?
6:6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
6:7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
6:8 Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.
6:9 The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him.
6:10 Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame.
"The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes." This pretty much describes how I felt when I found out I couldn't have children, and when the operation didn't work. Thank God I had no one against me for it. My husband, mom, and others were very understanding. But it hurt. Why would God bless others and not me? This is something I still struggle with. We've looked into adoption, but being the sole care taker of my mom without any brothers or sisters, I have my doubts about whether the authorities would find me fit to be a mother at this time. I pray for the faith to accept, keep going, and find out where God is trying to lead me.