For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
Psalm 41:8 An evil disease, say they, sticks fast to him: and now that he lies he shall rise up no more.
2 Chronicles 21:18,19 And after all this the LORD smote him in his bowels with an incurable disease...
Job 7:5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
Job 30:18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat.
Isaiah 38:14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed...