The sun rises, they gather themselves together, and lay them down in their dens.
Then the beasts go into dens, and remain in their places.
Your crowned are as the locusts, and your captains as the great grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun rises they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
For every one that does evil hates the light, neither comes to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved.