H4095–מַדְרֵגָה–mad.re.gah

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.

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

So that the fish of the sea and the birds of heaven and the beasts of the field and everything moving on the earth, and all the men who are on the face of the earth, will be shaking before me, and the mountains will be overturned and the high places will

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