conies

The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.

The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks;

In the day of the sufferings of sinners your offspring shall be elevated, and lifted up like eagles. Your nest shall be more exalted than that of the avest; you shall ascend, and enter into the cavities of the earth, and into the clefts of the rocks for ever, like conies, from the sight of the ungodly;