The sun rises, and they slip away. They return to their dens and lie down.
The animals go inside. They remain in their dens.
Your guards are like grasshoppers. Your officials are like swarms of locusts. They settle in the walls on a cold day. But when the sun appears, they fly away. And no one knows where they go.
Everyone who does evil deeds hates the light. They will not come into the light. They are afraid that what they do will be seen.