When the sun rises, they withdraw and lie down in their dens.
Then the animals go into their lairs and remain in their dens.
Your guards are like grasshoppers, your scribes like swarms of locusts settling on the fences on a cold day— when the sun rises, they fly away; no one knows where they have gone.
For all who do evil hate the light and do not come to the light, so that their deeds may not be exposed.