The sun arises – they withdraw And lie down in their dens.
Then the beast goes into its lair, and they stay in their dens.
Your officials are like the locusts, and your marshals are like the great grasshoppers, which settle in the hedges on a cold day – when the sun rises they flee away, and the place where they are is unknown.
“For everyone who is practising evil matters hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his works should be exposed.