When the sun rises, they get them away and lie down in their dens.
Then the beasts go into their lairs, and remain in their dens.
Your princes are like grasshoppers, your scribes like clouds of locusts settling on the fences in a day of cold— when the sun rises, they fly away; no one knows where they are.
For every one who does evil hates the light, and does not come to the light, lest his deeds should be exposed.