H4095–מַדְרֵגָה–mad.re.gah

My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

הַמַּדְרֵגָ֔ה (מַּדְרֵגָ֔ה) mad.re.Gah “steep place”

so that the fish of the sea, and the fowl of the heavens, and the beasts of the field, and all creeping things which creep upon the earth, and all mankind that are upon the face of the earth shall shake at my presence; and the mountains shall be thrown down, and the steep places shall fall, and every wall shall fall to the ground.

הַמַּדְרֵג֔וֹת (מַּדְרֵג֔וֹת) mad.re.Got “steep places”