The sun rises, and they steal away; they return and lie down in their dens.
The animals take cover; they remain in their dens.
Your guards are like locusts, your officials like swarms of locusts that settle in the walls on a cold day— but when the sun appears they fly away, and no one knows where.
Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed.