Tobiah, pronounced toh-BY-uh (/toʊˈbaɪə/), emerges from the Hebrew Toviyah, meaning “God is good,” and carries the soft resonance of a serenade drifting through Tuscan hills at dusk. It’s a name steeped in ancient lore—evoking the steadfast loyalty of a biblical companion—yet in contemporary America, where around fifteen newborns bear it each year, placing it near the 900th spot on popularity lists, it feels as intimate and refined as a hand-stitched leather journal. Like a handcrafted limoncello savored in a sunlit piazza, Tobiah offers a delicate balance of warmth and distinction, imparting to its bearer a quiet confidence—and no golden medallion required. In a world of fleeting fads, this name stands like a centuries-old villa, inviting admiration without shouting for attention.