Naaman was the commander of the Syrian armies.

He was the favorite of the king and lived in great state.

"He was a mighty man of valor, but he was a leper." Strangely enough, the house they point out to you now as his, has been turned into a leper hospital, and the inmates expose their horrid deformities and hold up their hands and beg for bucksheesh when a stranger enters.
One can not appreciate the horror of this disease until he looks upon it in all its ghastliness, in Naaman's ancient dwelling in Damascus.

Bones all twisted out of shape, great knots protruding from face and body, joints decaying and dropping away--horrible!.