Hanging by a thread

I'm only this time reading through realising how heavy this sentence is. It's literally a death sentence.

By the sweat of your brow
you will eat your food
until you return to the ground,
since from it you were taken;
for dust you are
and to dust you will return."

Imagine the increasing tension in listening to that sentence as it was first uttered.

...

Also, something of the weight of that sentence dawned on me too. The consequences of the fall here are un-creation. The un-doing of the last 2 chapters. Not only that, but the un-making of something that is the image of God!

Everything that was set up in the last 2 chapters now seems like it's hanging by a thread. What next?

Bigger verse than I had realised before.