The sun comes up, and they come together, and go back to their secret places to take their rest.
Then the beasts go into their holes, and take their rest.
Your crowned ones are like the locusts, and your scribes like the clouds of insects which take cover in the walls on a cold day, but when the sun comes up they go in flight, and are seen no longer in their place.
The light is hated by everyone whose acts are evil and he does not come to the light for fear that his acts will be seen.