H2288–חֲגָוִים–cha.gav

O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

בְּחַגְוֵ֣י (חַגְוֵ֣י) chag.Vei “[the] clefts of”

... the pride of your heart has been a false hope, O you who are living in the cracks of the rock, keeping your place on the top of the hill: even if you made your living-place as high as the eagle, I would make you come down, says the Lord.

בְּחַגְוֵ֣י (חַגְוֵ֣י) chag.Vei “[the] clefts of”

You have been tricked by the pride of your heart, O you whose living-place is in the cracks of the rock, whose house is high up; who has said in his heart, Who will make me come down to earth?

בְחַגְוֵי־ (חַגְוֵי) chag.vei- “clefts of”