Matthew Poole and continuators on Psalms 38:7

7. For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease : and there is no soundness in my flesh.

Or, with filthiness: Or, with scorching Heat. The Disease might be some burning Feaver, being also Malignant or Pestilential, either burning inwardly, or breaking forth outwardly, in Carbuncles, or Boyls. It is true, this and the other Expressions may be taken Figuratively, of some grievous Calamity. But we should not forsake the proper and the literal Sence of the Words without necessity, which seems not to be in this place.