When the sun rises, they gather and lie down in their dens.
Animals go into their dens and stay in their lairs.
Your officers are like locusts, and your scribes are like swarms of locusts that settle on the fences when it is cold. The sun rises, and they scatter in every direction. No one knows where they’ve gone.
People who do what is wrong hate the light and don’t come to the light. They don’t want their actions to be exposed.
