I thought, 'I may die in my own house but I will make my days as numerous as the sand. My roots will grow toward the water, and dew will lie on my branches all night. Now, Job wasn't alone in all this. His friends tried to comfort him. When you feel painfully alone, I hope your friends give you a call or stop by to visit or send you a card to cheer you up.
Misery loves company.
But misery wants more than company. He didn't answer it for Job. Job complained about God's ways. I call to You for help, but You don't answer me. I stand up, but You just look at me.