The sun ariseth, they get them away, And lay them down in their dens.
Then the beasts go into coverts, And remain in their dens.
Thy crowned are as the locusts, and thy marshals as the swarms of grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
For every one that doeth ill hateth the light, and cometh not to the light, lest his works should be reproved.