When the sun rises, they gather together and lie down in their dens.
Then the beasts go into dens and remain in their places.
Your leaders are like grasshoppers, your commanders like swarms of locusts, which camp in the hedges on a cold day; when the sun rises they fly away, and the place where they are is not known.
For everyone who does evil hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his deeds should be exposed.